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the cunt tree in Vain.

we are all such daft cunts were we not so oblivious to even that one bit of absurdest stupid truth attached to a sense of mirth and wisdom that truly aids and does not hinder the motion forward, you cannot encapsulate laughter into a can expecting to get away seeming genuine to every one, but you only need just enough to make them think things as though you were superior to the rest of us… which even superhumans still have to find ways to blend in as the movements move onward into the various methods of social cartography at work inside the minds of the odd ‘mankind’ ideal that to me makes no damn sense, the truth belabors those who think they can find the answers because they are on a isolating quest to find meaning while a majority are Here to deliver themselves through experience of knowing what “reality” has been as it streams through our skulls, and around the neural wet work transmitter which is our brain in tune with the insides and outs of this bubbly freaking conscious stew of in-coordinate memories rising to the surface in each their own timing… a very blunt undertaking recreating this reality, always in the perpetual state of proposal to counteract the grip of nasty and utterly undermining attempts to defile and acquiesce to the abuse delivered as a gift from those that choose us to spread the pain to, and without an inch of hesitation as well as cover for the abuses follow their harsh actions… we all try in vain to hide from the others Here, but there is only a temporary haven of the ‘out-of-sight’ kind of sanctuary as darkened forces pervade every molecule in the cosmic stream whether we like that or not, the loose ends are always being tied by someone somewhere in the hiding shadow falling as the sun moves further out our unwieldy orbit a MAD extension (Machination Attempting Democracy) in spite of the corporate fetish fashionable among the TV watchers watching us right now… the monitors hidden by the heads thrown back in sad laughter at the state of things today, and the inhumans trained to dis-involve their true humanity until the time card is punched out for the daytime vampire society that tries to walk among what was the actual human populace without the guilt or shame they inflict upon the rest of us, it takes mad skills to deflect the bullshit parade of insane chattering that opinion takes the form of to assume the most viral position in order to distort the given reality to infect the situation we have like a deadly shroud of incivility gone alive… are merely the tools of a greater range of humanity?… a civilized distance from the filthy organic ‘isms’ that other minds might try to use as proxy for experience in regarding what one may not have the ability to access in grand conjuration through the mind’s eye, and projected Here as a substantial and solid reality where everything is permitted yet nothing is true, so the inspired fires of the wasted hungry exploiters becomes nothing more than the incessant loop to which we used to set our watches by… the attacks upon human nature end Here, you know, and the diseased trolley of the human mind with not allow the grip of fear to last forever from the insulting lips of the harassing body of whelps… a public fixated on the whims of straightened and upstanding twins with the dark lecherous underbelly that represents sin perhaps in this instance yet, the corrupted model takes the shape of whatever being gets trapped in its milky ignorant mists, and gangs up on the resident weakened of their shared fruits of the laborious made in haste as is the custom in this modern waste as the energy exudes from everything and everyone of use to the scum-sucking opportunists making exaggerated the attempting to appear as if the tricks are harder then algebraic notation to the layman… there is no absolute of approval Here where the rules are used as weapons against all peoples of all walks of life not just the useless, we are tired and waiting for the rhythm to pick up, and the it won’t be discriminating gestures reigning us in…

Thanks, khet.