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meddling in the midden…

what is this dark matter from which we all stem yet are so absorbed beneath waves of a quiet lapping undulation in primordial states of awareness mere feet from the ground before falling back to earth then learning what happens when humans wary of nature stake claims in the world’s welfare even though their suspicions make a difference in whether the world becomes some chaotic mess or well-managed by those people that are constantly filling this tightening space like cells inside of living bodies unwitting and unknowing to these popping pieces of dream much as festering pockets of acne engorged by pus becoming flesh volatile like volcanoes ready to expose their secret universes of life within us each as a pressure teases some of it out, cultivated taking over as each moment passes away into the next new ones in a time drifting like snow as slowly and gently with no discernible pattern to be seen in these as random flakes covering everything back and forth until the weight and the white have built up into these incredible mounds ready to bury the flocks trying to escape the blinding emptiness of light brighter than the eyes required to see, and this means that most of us only witness a confusion limited by this kind of stormy weather that cites insight and otherwise words observed like a service we as the communicative receptacles commit to in the maintenance of a human endeavor devoured in deflowered sections of thought abstracted from this blooming physical innocence soon ignorance humanity is born to grow up into these broken but structured notions of a machinery catapulting the old and catatonic towards unknown destinies aroused by the teams to a meating of the minds so-to-speak… to then be thrown away into the proper rubbish of which they are not as the multiple mindless hordes litter debris and casual filth throughout their lives seething with a shitty view of common humanity with very little actually in common with any of those genuine people who as a display chose to remain among these diluted peoples sifting this shifting reality into inert forms that could withstand the abuse from generations of the more parasitic humans, the human massive bequeaths its kings and queens and holy royal doctrines doctored by the hands and minds of unworthy Man as next step of the evolutionary rung clearly as the bell tolls for thee that finds confidence in these words lacking any three-dimensional depth as much the quantification of emotional value becoming unwieldy as the defining measure on which to base our lives, and to then be tossed into the refuse with those unsavory wolves who choose damage and mayhem to solutions and safety where and when given the options whether to stop or continue in the present state of hate fascinated with the order it creates stacking dysfunctions blindly upon one another until the bloated corpse floats to the surface in deranged mockery of citizens united…

Thanks, khet.