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leaving a scar, Right?…

sold our souls for access to objects at each different level as source requires the fulfillment of product placement in order to signal that internal bell rung like a ladder higher still bringing market to mass appeal who in-turn let the dogs of war run loose to expose their genitals and weakness to the others because one fight too many is lying around every corner hidden from opposite side of this composed politeness just inches from your face lifted a higher place from a flesh and blood realism that only words in their dispassion can define objectively bypassing all diseases and withering irony of time being taken for granted, when as gigantic avatars we can correspond with these units smaller versions of self working to make up the integrity as the crew upon this human vessel everywhere an adventure out in a distant somewhere that most have taken for granted trying not to be too open to complaints about all the usual details as define suspect clues to truth casually thrown away or used to be as debris blown through like tumbleweeds as the desert continues making haunting silence that mostly retards the regards of those slowest to acknowledge and carry out those commands thoughtfully as dead rust and seasons change without question, but to those refreshed by isolation as much anxious energy to be freed as it is shattering this assumed property with noise and mayhem we have become in selling out our consumer dollars for brief memories that then shuffle through a life-death photograph book in explaining the consequences of actions taken far too easily as a synthesis mystery made up of ‘-maybes’ and ‘never-forgets’ rocking this ancient aching chrysalis womb a bit back and forth as a loving cradle kindness permeates the heavens from the standpoint of disbelievers in burdens of watching the cosmos grow… breaking to the surface tension with explosive results resorting in a ‘hammer down’ approach upon perceived enemies standing out as virtual battlefield worn smoldering from the wreckage that thoughts can accrue by the very nature of having no weight to the energy but what of the creatures that evolved from these ideas there in the nexus or void an almost shimmering transparent glimmer gone reflected off the corner of this frame as reference to the many shapes brought in forms that can be and are formed from the darkness inviting shadow to come dance within this dark mass, no boundaries but no love as there is only the homogenizing process that has need to occur if each one represents a single cell of a vast consciousness moving independently of as uniform an entity to monitor the status quo as much the actuality of the elves and aliens that require (rechoir) us to create receptive clouds through which imagination appears so these beings of darkness never become too grim or nefarious surging into a special timESPace where we are more than just any old crass brash crude brass machines gone extreme in a pursuit of toxic dreams that die short of the goal subsumed by a solution of illusions that resides Here with us…

Thanks, khet.