All The Wrong Topics dot com

Vague -a -bondage…

so much misguided sensitivity makes the human syndrome backfire at the most crucial moments when it is imperative not to fuck things up, acting as emissary in this very real world for forces beyond our immediate comprehension in order to better work as a tool for the impaired system we have made for many purposes of correcting reality in its blighted ways as the native cultures like bacteria need to be conditioned with a supreme cleansing ritual to disperse all of the filthy brethren out into the open where our services for assimilation allow for those fiendish rats to be forced into labor for the specific goals of a governing body that cares not for the individual’s progress as opposed to the grand scheme of cultural revision that has inevitably meant new ideas for civilization that eventually fail into ruin and near cataclysmic devastation, and the social distortion of gain creates a volatile mixture between all the ‘haves’ and ‘have-nots’ and ‘have-nazis’ in place to force the others into a servile behavior to “get R done” like the rest of us need to be some kind of mutated retarded slogan to get us motivated… what we all need is a total revision of justice without the assholes allowed to condemn us all to the imprisoned lifestyle with our own sets of fashionable jumpsuits to wear inside of our personal cages, self-absorbed and oblivious to the point that nothing else matters but what the vessel perceives to be real, but where is the compassion that facilitates a communicative connection between the ideas of ‘us and them’ and the actual factual reality we have to live with after all the fiery facets of debate are extinguished temporarily?… like moths drawn to the light, we are so pulled in that our awareness blurs to darkness on the periphery of this vision, and this allows for the twin beasts of distraction and arrested development to appear when trying to make the best out of all raw deals one after the other… this light is held in a glass cage suspended over our heads as a means to an end literally looked up to when the distortion shows and there are no simple facts to explain away with epic myth, it is this literal symbol of enlightenment that draws the focused mind out of its cave into the land of reactive peoples, and it tries to burn those who try standing too close to touch it because there are no owners Here… the words are constantly losing their meaning as we overuse the myriad variations of clarity in spite of ourselves to the point of disuse, where it becomes rubbish and loses all previous attachment to each meaning one by one as these layers further become a rich topsoil that grows new growth for the meme complex only to be recycled and swing back into reuse with that new flourish or twist materialized the next time through, and it is as though the filtered perceptions of control the looping behavior/ habit happens all over again as much as we might like to think to the contrary to an absolute extreme of denial made possible by the sheltering culture that raises its citizens deprived of actual wisdom instead subservience through the staggered quotes and quips that fill up a brain with the topics of chit-chat minus the relevant information necessary to adapt accurately to a world as socially and physically harsh as our own… we are locked inside our own skins for a time while we bring our souls to bear the burden of everything connected at once while the degrees of separation reside Here too, but we are not without some idea of changing direction as the rebellion has not been burned out of us yet even though multitudes are dropping like the flies that have stayed maggots this entire lifetime, writhing and crawling on the surface of a festering doubt that trails behind it questions mumbled and half-heard because facing reality as a whole is a difficult with all the distractions amid the heavy breathing and moaning from some kind of satisfaction beyond the agreeable nod to be seen by no one in a place bombarded by sounds and wholesale attacks on consciousness from the street level distractions, the words wrap around the mind like plastic film with such a constraint making the mind paralyzed within itself thorough voices that resemble the internal world… with this plastic clogging our thinking, however, the motion of thought is stunted by a resistance toward growth in its purest forms prevented by conforming to a standard plastic reality that does not relent Here…

Thanks, khet.