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atrocity Vacant.

taken away by the shallow, shaken not stirred to make due with hostile yearnings, sightings of the cytophage in polite company… as they swallow whole the mom-and-pop ideas of heredity, confiscating and re-marketing the various classes of genes and memes for wholesale clones for the potential control of laws, and forcing the eyes open with the multiples of dozens of mission statements… to eat the cells of civility in a capitalist cannibalism, and then regurgitate the monotonous aspects of realism in vibrant colors, lulling the massive amount of people into a waking sleep from which few will question out right… only to become completely unnerved at the moment’s notice, the cells are weakened as the authority is vacant, and reamed with the likes of the worse of them… some goal appears as if to automate our own need to be lead around by the leash, the other humans are too tired of becoming the bad guys over and over, and the shape of natural needs motivated underneath the seeds laid deep… the incredulous tick-tocking, non-stopping drive ill-bent without substantial relief, but to whose hands are upon the wheel moving us forward?… usurping the collective will and then taking us into the sun, a heartbeat away from our doom, but we don’t run instead we dive right into the wave as it hits us… the solar instinct burning hatred into us as we squint our eyes one by one, grabbing for a piece of that once shining now rapidly fading bit of dreaming, but sleeping too early does not come cheap for the weak or the burly… a runt-sized roulette where the russian spins in fits, someone has been shot by the gun, but the fun isn’t over yet until you get the joke… some have placed a bet, and others are riding long-shots that will never come around, until the brink of collapse has become the main overwhelming fear for many of the denizens in this pit… scaring thoughts that override the system in place to survive and react, but what some would consider the goal to protect, is actually a bid in the game we all seem to be playing in… the catch is that we never win, unless one of us can subvert though not break the system, and cannot understand the rules except for the particular few bred and named as the heads of state and all progress… no one to guide us into the positive vibration, which isn’t to say that the concept lacks credit, but few people believe the liars aware of some truth… the empty look in our eyes as we open up to reality in the context of another human being, as the abilities to damage the intense directions through lax diction to fake the first lines in another song or play at words, but wondering loudly with an instinctual character creation facet puzzling all residual abysmal feeling and thought-form… ‘away-away… you fucking, crevice-faced cretins with your device-driven hardware… negative spiritual energy suckling upon my creative teat… allowing me to crave the same on the same plane as the rest of us today, if only if, and the positive flow of gracious calm and restraint glows and within me i feel the sane… the fire inside my heart glows deep, the muse rendered through a sick infatuation, but yet the muse reappears again in disguise of mirth and a-muse-ment… the raptures of laughter in a simple place… let the sick who want to eat, chew, and let the the masques of the mighty fall by the wayside as the giants loose themselves upon this collapsing cage built through fears… the energy to suffuse the panic and public opinion of the people with a dedicated circuit that loops over and over until the switch is turned off by a licensed technician, or the use of a shamanic position to quell the fury of by gods unleashed through the manic, spastic memes viral like disease to assume there is meaning or proof… the cries of the carrots appear differently through the many millions of ears and other organs of sense’, the speed at which we can translate the parts that have meaning to us individually is the gift, and one that is taken for granted at the first opportunity for advantage to take hold of a person… we always seek refuge wherever we can get it by damn, and no gods are needed in relief… the social whole is filled for only so long a window in this real time waste, and these gifts are makeshift endeavors, so that life is what you can make out of it… accept the disease to relieve those moments in range of the most gain with little risk…

Thanks, khet.