to Boon Doggle

affixing the human traits to a constant whose meaning does not control us means preparing ourselves against the worst of humanity coming out to strike us like a wicked viper actively trying to assail us into submission to humans dressed so slick and so smooth yet idiot to ask yourself why you don’t trust them with their flim-flam personal displays swaggering to take control if you don’t watch out for your whole, knots you cannot see linked though by invisible thread tied like the rest of us tied together for better or words that decide to sever their relationship forever with our essence in the which where we credit the winner with the glory of the massive a collection of souls weighing heavily upon the face of this earth as heathen as it may seem to be with regard to a killing deity dispatching without mercy, and it is we who become trapped in our own definitions needing to be broken in at least a house-broken way so that we are not responsible for cleaning the mess made after we have left and come back to cast a treacherous glare upon the offenders with no joy save the slight satisfaction in correcting the problem distressing our inner demons… we see too much when it comes to the act of sitting and staring at the oracle sometimes across the room from us and other times two or three feet away as the keys tic-tac-type away the syllables from the brain that pressurize this coveted reality into distinct microcosms of living dichotomy enchanting the human imagination to dwell with the pretend friends who won’t hurt us in the deep places we wish to defend, throughout this fascination with being distracted with that which is fake we have grown accustomed perhaps wary of being swindled or misled to fund the selfish profits channeling this caustic vibration subtly exposing the weak hearts catering to a smile of unknown viciousness and a vocal motive guiding each victim to their own individual criminal ritual figured out as animal cunning survival trick amid a supposed civilized though quite rabid and violent society, and one in where it seems like superior management worldwide are reluctant to admit that they allowed a failed project to go on for so long embedded so deeply in the fabric of this protract government shifting into a corporate project under the advisement of the same prior pundits pandering as long as we are all funded the same by going through the motions as though trying to appear to give a damn… we are all amassed in this mystery machine rolling down the highway of life kind of journey, and washing ourselves clean over and over in cycles, scoubidou where are you?…

Thanks, khet.

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