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Experimented, a pawn…

the sadist factory let us loose of our bondage in far too soon a searching for the factors for our set release into this strange newly christened kingdom of lunatics running the asylum Here as lost sanity being trained only in vain awful stays of execution for those that can afford for it to be some smooth ride over all the swooning goons and as in tunes of broken bread bloody over discussing dirty pig and spider political espionage tall tales in bad moves as once made changed to privileged institution for the youth of the future as yet to occur lodged in formatted link to turned on audience vying to find sight through a bullshit intrigue proposed propped upright and passed out along in self-fulfilling pamphlets pouring down opinion prescribed in rhetoric doses to figure around those of a prehysteric form questing in those questioning rhythms for lost world wisdoms that will insight the truth alight again, this is the ever slanted fight for truth rebelling stagnant ideas loose from the pretty polite frames these beliefs we are staged before to approve the performance as proofs of the score update on the ‘us versus them’ saga struggle to win no matter the technicality reinforced by unqualified rule to judge motion on the field of view as that aged old ego fool run amok stuck belligerent indifferent illogic and a ‘taker’ culture urgency toward rampant potent possessions a greed that stirring those fundamental creeds to killing into pursuit of any greater rewards might could and maybe would affect others in a farther scope than even this era can register once the restraint of diplomatic autonomy as faceless saints losing to the larger games overlapping in ragged oblong orbits nailing closed this coffin door with sweeping statements of narcissistic calculations presumed the doom spelled out wanting something more careful when the world changes rapidly without your approval to prove you wrong though these are thoughts we work through over time, and not always with clear insights preferred to the make and model of one’s control to own responsibility for oneself by a merest flicker of willpower to pulse towards valid truth out there in a carte blanche wave bland brand bewilderness crested by a wonderful bigger message arisen just in from those memories thought long dead from a life perhaps lived backwards contrary to our linear nexus as a vast oblivious singularity consuming correct and projects as real time theory the false coersion colluding to taint humanity from the inside relentlessly and obsessively any way that a socio-economic illusion can remain as the only viable constant to any other before or after farther than any gods or goddesses… iconoclastic static that doesn’t prove anything necessary Now though posthumous replays do repay those who invest in them that it work well for what swindle wages wars on the other person as forceful frenzy feeding entry ventilating the presage of witness to blood shed red and plentiful to the dark gods that feed from as fierce a bold gluttony as a humanity trying to control an inside surging deviant a free radical long forgotten lost amongst other awful gods watching worst actions locked in a microscopic pose moment by moment captivated to be your honest self while the walls tumble thoughtless selfish as marks metaphysically raised razing ruins into hellish cop out fading post gristle and steam craving soul holes fill or be filled drilled into the head, where zombie fortunes cast a blind third eye ‘tarded upon the wheeling turn as sorry dualism dividing black from white chewing upon grey matters from what bits left biting through the densest of real crusty issues condemning the circuit with which they have set us to choose between the myths and that which is okay truly where we wish to be content in our choices to fully see when others come to these different perceptions having found truth in one’s own actions to be a righteous partcipant in such awkward games of timing as affectation weakens the overall situation for all those caught up in the whirling dervish life embodies in chaotic drifts, and Here we are tossed into this setting cast as lots or dice to fathom our personal chances at getting to gradually be free of this erratic shifting once the numbness of peace decides to linger long enough to stabilize good senses of a world as solids of hope floatong us topside of this odd series of flucuating behaviors cycling energy everlasting glory of the godhood sending golden digital rays of lives and light yet lived as bodies humming to some oft-vaguely stated in condensed fragmented understandings of too many cosmic rhythms and melodies combining our time quickly…

Thanks, khet.