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Wikisplorin’…

oh, as if to get away, from the nothing that we are always quantifying into substance… i tread the paths laid for me, like any other explorer in the vein of a River Phoenix or an Ethan Hawke, beyond the reality of stars… for the digital space i am grateful to this place, and so let me explain my concept to you as quickly and easily as i can, wikisploring is taking the goddamned and fully-packed site called Wikipedia and drifting from topic to topic while at the same time being cognizant of all these various connections that one literally trips over when reading particular articles on this or that thing… maybe that doesn’t really fit a very good explanation of what my term means… it is all about motivation behind the memes, an infection of learning that has previously laid dormant inside of the skull, and it never just ends there either as the expansion delivers messages of tempting informations from all sides barely limited to the outside of Here… this vocal tirade is about the mental adventure getting from one concept to another as though swinging like a jungle hero on vines or some such thing, however there is not always the thread that one wishes to tread at work when taking a break off from the manual labor, but these are a few of the favored things as i suppose we all must have a handful to believe in while we have the time to “waste”… the thoughts can be stagnant at first, though even this too subsides like lapping waters churning up against the sewer grate that opens into the public mind society lays to hasty distracted treats, and few successfully pull themselves up by their bootstraps without making a few key mistakes that humans do… traits that may allow for certain pathways of information to stay closed as though this were the opposite of what we need in order the enlighten ourselves, trickery most bold as the illusions begin to fade into a phase of background sepia tone where the memories lay pulsating in retreating tastes, but please do not let me go too far down this far stranger tangent that i have come across as i do not know when to stop and try again for better results… to stick with the subject at hand as priority, the vast encyclopedic scope of information is so incredibly useful as well as being uncensored to a point, and i feel that this is one aspect that might soon be threatened by acts of malicious intent… how big business conspires with big government to make the puppets dance around on DNA strands of dollars and sense, what little there is that is common in this anonymous day of age when time slows to a crawl before our very eyes astonished as though it would have never happened, but that is the chicanery or rub that what we believe isn’t always so sound to stack all hopes and esteem under pressures and strain of faith in extremes… the darkest heart of the digital unknown that reveals itself like a pearl of wisdom from deep within the maw of the beast as it clamps down on our hands, a shell of a former biological demand kept in the sea of the subconscious lands, but there are fewer still ships that lead to a place like this… some are only driven by the imagination, while others are to be piloted physically under the waves of incredible depths like a yellow or golden submarine lit by the engine run off epiphany, but again i jump into varying degrees of warped assessment as if maybe this were a contraption to utilize in making these dreams a simplistic reality… if only while i sleep, perchance to seem as though i know while i don’t have clues to where or the who, but who needs this sacred signal of the wilderness flagging down the other drivers on the road… a flashing distraction by the way of someone’s urges to bypass the system as these circuits become racing visions of electric decisions, jumping from one synapse to another in timing with the rhythm or all hell breaks loose, and no few amount of people have slipped into that noose to be dragged away by the throttling forces that be as observers stand and cheer the winners… wikisploring a crock, as in ‘what a’…

Thanks, khet.