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against wickedness and cried for the winner when they despoiled
me unjustly. Rarely did I relinquish the victory to those
oppressive forces that cleave to the earth's magnetic fields.
When we stand against injustice, it's a possibility that it will be
stopped in its tracks. If not, it's bound to outlive us, and that's
not fair to the next generation.
Human syste ms are arranged and to assure economic
cooperation,
political
independence,
and
individua l
development. I protest the present-day capitalist who greedily
hoards of the spoils of elite forces imposing enslave ment and
dependency on the world's population. Hours waiting in line s so
that corporations can save on salaries on customer service -
agents. Watered down chickens weighed on heavy Styrofoa m
plates. Tasteless to matoes, high mortgage and interest rates, and
ecological destruction! Not to mention war-conomics at the
expense of the taxpayer. Noise and lights' pollution debilitating
the dark silence of night time in and of itself a direct invasio n
of privacy from within and without the confines of residentia l
developments.
Family relations and blood relationships , fa milial and
neighborly identification with life fades away under the pistons
of sociological apprehension about who is what. Here toda y
gone to morrow, no intermingling of soul essence. Genetic
manipulation, bioge netic beef for sale to carnivores, towers o f
boxes designed for human inhabitance are crowded onto lifeless
streets, violation of human contact, human e motion bereft o f
soul essence; body language, facial communication or verba l
expression. The place to be , being eternity is now here, ergo
nowhere. Empty space in the air is timeless and filled by essence
of awareness sensitivity consciousness wherein I find calm.
Here and now I AM.
I have e mbarked into space at the expense of seclusion,
avoidance of interpersonal circumstances, paranoia, and
encompassing a detachment from almost anything distant eve n
a short span from my home. I rarely get a reply from the
me mbers of my contacts list in our nuclear cyber fa mily; and
almost for sure, nobody has ever read my l iterary articulations
from cover to cover. The private aspects of one's personage is
stored on a database, available to those who hack my present
being. On the other hand, it's not necessarily pathetic to realize
the ramification of being alone and unknown , even if parameters
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