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we are the Dreamers’ Disease.

to find clarity is a different thing than finding your way through a maze as the right metaphors will hold the key through doors of perception just out of reach by most because we are on various developmental rungs of this shit heap, trying to keep up with the fair game of technology through serious leaps of faith while also trying not to become enslaved to our predilections for these awesome science-bound ideas and manifestations like this the modern equivalents of epic magic we need to breathe well beyond this suffocating banality, and the blood-sucking hasn’t stopped yet until the driest of the parasites stands firm on a ground so conquered proclaiming their great deeds to meat the needs of its embedded peoples as they hiss and wallow as nest of poisonous vipers the dreck of conquest in bested remains of the day… the feebly disappointing peevishly in power to lazily sort out the friends from their foes much more easily than previous examples made of the past as the distorted visions liven and wizen us to the cutting reality bleeding for the progress forward, eliminating the baggage that these years have done to us in exchange for a something shiny and new that appears to fulfill all the odd quirks and fits that seems like the chrome finish in its perfect crisp cleanliness, but a further glossing over of the reality and the nature of truth and the lies we resort to just to get by a little bit more than what it may first appear as the relentless perfectionists we are as each added piece brings a picture into clearer perspective… honestly, writing this the way that i do is complicated by the human need to be satisfied which can be easier than it seems when one comes from the standpoint where there is no perfection without reinforcing imperfection, and most of the so-called materialists are stuck where their minds cannot perceive strange facts like this unless it appears inferior or fictional as an element, though even as these smallest units coalesce into the solidity of substance from ideas to manifesting the true reality as it weaves from era to era in maybe the honest pursuit of progress as our eyes are blind to see where there is obscured emotional content… all we ever know is right and to be unsure is not wrong but raw as the primal negative forces for better or worse are still embedded in our souls whose understanding of many things is far more advanced than our incarnated senses numbed senseless by the number of egregious mistakes made for the sake of one truth, one that has yet to be proven true is speculatively yet widely assumed to be a universal truth as it guides the subtle undercurrents of our lives to their destinations amidst distracting events and situations as they naturally occur throughout the consequence of our lives, but being right is an enchanting vision that few ever refuse to claim even if ‘right’ is a completely subjective term to abuse by tossing around so casually without any simple justification to its hypothetical right as accepted by the person whose paradigm shatters minus this stabilizing energy thus gathered… we consume and survive from the relay of energies as they build and release inside a grander cosmic scheme than even we as great thinkers can attain an absolute idea of understanding that doesn’t fit already in any of the predetermined categories as the natural humanity has defined this civilization into the shiny cold wall of Mankind as next level, a plateau built only for one as the creatures disperse and scramble to try their hard luck at ascending to a burning throne that lords over the confident and the crass as though this were the only way to work through junk distraction with our minds gone, and our bodies undulating perverting into this corrupted tingle up-surging throughout our systems like a viral wildfire so possessed of its’ own raging desire to satisfy the urgent status of primal awareness so fertile that the drooling monsters wish to claim innocent and virginal to take it for their own… as another form of values reigns down upon us to collect to safety the essence watery and flowing of truth from primordial procreative fountain of youth visceral, uncouth as roiling foaming waters percolate and obscure obscene gestures guessing guiding the humans toward solutions bearing the label ‘adult’ as their repeating loop to drown out the sounds of dismay emitting from the mouths of the babes lost in their neck of these unknown woods at the way this reality is enforcing us to believe, and promote all of these devices which level the being at beast of burden trained to take all of it while the drones of power wash the world in a sea of silence though a silence of truth so capable that one could utilize it to break free of this ruse masking Muse behind this banality shaking the trees of all it produces… the monkeys have become losers as the winners evolve truces to subdue anything uprising or violent from happening to themselves that would dissolve their powers used to remote this hostile takeover as decided in boardrooms filled with the bored people who have lost their humanity in as crippled by lack of compassion as the broken skier in traction, but they too can heal their psychic wounds from which all this crude disease stems and alters our reality edge by dredging up the vacant stares from the disinterested scum who watch the trash late at night with plastic under their thumbs, mocking the mock pictures presented before them in the dark with their slippers and underclothes so well exposed and scraping against the floor like a death shroud clouding up their halls as the well-timed electric sounds whir and hum in rhythm to clockwork days drifting in and out like the tide as something wicked different approaches us with tantalizing words of selling out to the toads who jerk and reside inside the minds of the cattle calling the kettle black or white… all left for you to decide for yourself what is truth…

Thanks, khet.