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Ugh!

Can you, are you even there!? Can you, Hear?! Can you, can you be?! Human?! Are you? Hello? Anyone there? Testing, Testing 123.

Okay,

So....yup, we meet again...mwuahah.

Person! How? How is that fucking thing, you call living? An excuse! an excuse! Non-Player Character.... NON-Player.... Are you? What are you playing? how deep? powerful? Meaning, yes, MEANINGful. What is the CAUSE of your daily activities, what is their result, their effect.... and you're satisfied with such?!

I don’t buy it, I don’t buy your ideas, I don’t buy your horse blinders, teetering in a corner, knees bent, swaying side-to-side…..unfortunately, and be-lovingly….I don’t think YOU even buy it. Wayyyydown, wayyy down, how far down are you allowing yourself to jump, the abyss, Jump right on in, will you ever? you gave up, do not collect go, do not collect $200.

i see you from time to time, i think ill keep running into you, and that's okay. Ill be here, ill try to leave traces for you, a crumb so you can survive. I know you need to pitter patter in that corner, there’s not a way I found against such. In the end, we’re left with a mirror, I guess. Can you look at yourself? In the mirror. Satisfyingly, I see the intensity of such engagements, affairs, traps, cycles leading to nothing hood, I know, I don’t know if all are being required of such radicalism, I can’t say. I can’t let them come to throw all the gold out just yet, I don’t believe in hierarchies, just yet. I don’t want it so, if I can help it. And yes, a megalomania, ought to be tested from time to time, else it is unchecked, unbalanced and just another denial….there may not be a way out but at least one has trekked the abyss.

That’s all I can put out for now, with MY limitations, I was fashioned in such, I don’t buy all this cookie cutter molding, I don’t buy the world fashioned as such, I don’t buy its immovability, I don’t buy its so called exceptionalism, actually quite the opposite, I’ve been sold on its failure, on its misery, on its terrible unhonest belief systems, but it keeps going through the longs of all of us today, can one even make a stand at such, should we, would we be giving up the filet mignon steak of the matrix?

Go for broke, that thing, that soul, even is claimed to be tracked controlled and know, claimed that everything done by ye is tracked and controlled, as such. I don’t even buy it, unless such awareness is so high, then I do bid my hat off to such, to do otherwise is negligible, but one can still fight and test, indeed, what else is there to do, except pel back mystery, and discover…. Is there anything else? I’m not sold, and I’m not sold that you’re sold, and is that not okay, everything is humming, even your concrete life, that’s okay, we’ve been taught not to smell the roses, chat with the valet, indeed brethren, our salvation may be in those roses or in such valet…do I need to repeat, perhaps that smelling ought to go deeper, yet test, Test, and Test, again, because heck, we all know the limits of our laboratories, and I feel that hopefully indeed such can and is checked, and Tested and Tested…

Sweet beloved, there’s beauty though! A focal point on the tree of life …Beauty! A center point, alas, it reflects high cause to our make-up… that so called original blue-print, that straying from such, and perfectly and mathematically straying. That snoring. He snores, he sleeps, he bubbles, he longs, he deaths, he escapes, he waits another day to do it, he exhausts, he has no other respite, he finds the only world livable is the one where he can let go, anyway the city is too loud during the day. But who is he, does anyone know him his story, back in that farm with that mom aunt, factory, system, boat ride, indigenous, king, killing, eons, villager, and all the way back until it feels like fantasy, in near memory it only seems to reach to feifdom, for some reason….. another limit of min, this last paragraph mostly written as someone snoring away in the library, so I decided to go with it….

Don’t sleep, in fact you can’t sleep… you’re not going to go with the nature, the subtle cues, yes indeed, our regular way is so far from the natural path, if not when, if not I then who brethren….