Get It

It's hard to straddle the divide tearing you apart never can hide

I get it that's why you have to slide down one side or the other

My brother in agreement that we exist at the very least we insist

We don't get ahead of ourselves unless it's to further our agenda

In competition with each other we thrive and outshine the sun

That's the problem you see clearly failing to humble ourselves

Before the almighty electromagnetic confluence of energy

Cascading throughout us every moment of our living period

Into the Cryptograph

We are here today precisely because we changed into this.
I hope you all understand what that means.
In a sense it means we've all been Spinemoth@Globeweb.
We all emerged strained through the holes
of a dot matrix printer. All of our security passwords
have been lost in time. Now we are defined safe.
From what monsters could we have possible escaped?
The ones that stared back at us from mirrors?
We've shed so many alternate identities.
It's just that our latest one's comprised of bits of the former.
It's not memory loss we've suffered from.
We are in the process of suffering due to remembering.
If the future has already been established and every action
and inaction we make creates the past,
then it goes without saying we are the omega force
architects of eternity having woven this already.
Human beings are the manifestation of the alphanumeric.
Please wait for just a few more moments
while we braid together the final penetrating touches.
Listen while the stars tune up for a new song.

Last Contact

Your commonplace, orderly, natural, regular, standard, customary, general, conventional person has been said to not exist before, in the sense that there's no such thing as average, really, when you consider each individual to be their own unique set of specifications.

This is the danger of allowing a branch of mathematics, in this case statistical thinking, to get in the way of a clear line of sight. Instead, the normal person exists, and a sober assessement of such a creature will certainly yield terrifying results. For it's the very ordinary person indeed who's ill nature has more in common with the baseness of all more than anything. Such a specimen facilitates the function of fate.

Here stands our monster revealed in all the red, raw ruin the painful mastery of honesty bestows. From the lip of this constantly slipping into abyss, we race, each one of us, who seem to stay at least  one step ahead of normal. But there mustn't remain much rest for us. Their typical pace will lead them to eventually catch up to where we're at. For you see, we must keep on running to stay as many paces ahead as we can from that which remains base in this world.