this ease with which we claim to know the ways of right and wrong, as
though our ancestors have known them all along, but where was that
compassion or resiliency towards other characters other than their own?…
a connection gauged between the harbingers of past tyrannical action,
and only the mere mention of puritanical behaviors in guise of lip
service to being more understanding of moral instinct weighed by a
challenged few, and with intelligent way of going about the business of
making us all whole with each other as a species… where we are the
guilty and floundering spirit of innovation as peak oil drains from the
stocks and barrels keeping this crashing lifestyle afloat, we are still
always rediscovering that information that unknown sources have
intentionally tried to keep away from our prying minds, and the
conspiracies are not just in the throes of theory anymore as we are
living in the pre-apocalypse age of conspiracy fact that we have been
manipulated from the start… however, there have always been other humans
and/ or otherwise watching over the currency within our social seeming
in total fascination from their vantage point, and the problem only
seems to expand as the voracious optical delusion faithfully eating
space materializes as the dread god money… the measured, accredited unit
of energy the value of which keeps dropping as the echoes of heroes
reveal their merely shadow steps imprinting the madness upon other
desires and ideas of wealth, and too many of us still train to see this
system as the catch-all to isolate and filter for the things we need to
keep this huge hulking juggernaut coasting along… the reality is not
truth, and the truth is equally not entirely real yet, as much as we
complain that we require it to be otherwise for anyone to survive this
nasty debacle we have ourselves locked into with irony… in the wringer
entwined with the casual assuage of our own meat, the wanton physical
pulls orgasmically spastic in their ways out of our limp and battered
forms, but yet we still feel that alien link with only two alternates of
conscious reflection… that dichotomy cutting our training in twain like
an etheric lobotomy, as the engine we are born with endeavors to digest
its share of the material that is Here, but at no matter the cost to
the struggling host outside of itself sometimes… unconscious of the
ability that the mind has of getting away with itself, all tangents of
thought as they open up through this organic portal, but it is the
choice of the human being what stimulus it might wish to embark upon
over the course of an existence on the real plane always…
