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a Thankgiving Lost

the second unholiest holiday in this defiling sequence we see pass year after year for too long reliant upon the holi-daze seasons to shake us out of a lifetime long lapse of boredom and machine-like efficiency for the better of us massed together to find out just how tight our instincts of family really apply, though this year was not the case for yours truly so i will only be able to speculate what the goings-on were for the rest of these familial beings we shall call Here “modern humans” in their natural habitat used to the struggling saga that endlessly seems to wheel about and challenge the stray issue that falls into its lazy line of sight whether for the good or harm of the situation, and a result witnessed once the final decisions come to impart certainty that looks like wisdom and law to the collective of the species to share and utter amongst themselves as they work to challenge personally what the collective has come to assume as experienced second-hand which breaks direct communication to further analyze details indirectly applied to one’s own condition in the day-to-day confrontation with societal obligation and rituals to subdue the human energy into labor and production for the hierarchical order that has been grinding down real civilization down to its stumps while practicing to fool a world population into believing in debt crisis to distract away from the actual perils as they are infecting and filtering our perceptions into unacceptable evidence fake to match the mask used to deceive minds in subtle shades of shared truths… to engage in the psychological crutch that the status quo must be maintained for survival is a goofy and epic failure for those idiots trying to hide away their fears behind the nonsense that reality just IS any way with a glorious certainty that would never allow for the active perception of weakness, all associations appear as if to exploit that weakness though usually from behind some curtained facade which projects toward the average person only what an organization would choose for the test group to see under the impression to manipulate image for the upper hand as a powerful theme which still courses through the twisted roots of our social structure even today, and warps the muscles of true strength and unity for the sake of appearing strong while the rest of the core beliefs are cold and harsh with angular mantras disguised as simple truths whose subtlety can hardly be called ‘simplicity’ in a naturally complex illustration such as our true reality which underlies all of whatever we think we see as truth even as it may appear quite shallow and devoid of depth at any level of development for illusion is this thing that guides our hands to stay ignorant of what’s wrong with us as a whole… a fire burns through our core beliefs as we truly are developing as beings, when the flames lick upon the ideas and related concepts found personally relevant and vital, one cannot help but feel the stress and pressure to challenge these comfortable zones free of turmoil that until now were islands of sanctuary in this current sea of human abandon that tries its damnedest to believe the lies while trying again as hard to purify the truth into its most primal form of golden reality to spread amongst a particular grouping of humanity that will pay their heart and soul to possess such powers at their fingertips… falling into the sleeping frame again as my distant desire is wired to the Muse as creative abuse hammers the feelings out inside my head and blood pumps ever futile into the drainage ditch of my soul hallucinating as though dreaming is breathing and defeating the death that is fiending for others to help transfix the gaze of the skull motif from within this carcass’s meaty walls sliding and palpably thick in dread and guilt and worry unrelenting as the weight of tradition and the stains of the same straining the aged relationship from its crypt to trip, as the dead would seem to absolutely love to trip as in acid and mushrooms that take the edge off of which this author can yet not get at the moment but in due time when it is more than some casual freak out to be had even though i have those as well as the warped portals relieve themselves into some lucky person’s head space where more than just humanity lurks around the bend, and outside of those twisted authorities that would name themselves ‘Man’ churning for the surface of the the tumultuous sea of possibilities that holds us all in the depths of this gravity well dispelled by the subtle currents that only drag and sway with a subdued and sunken glamor eating the sailors with fear before arriving Here…

Thanks, khet.