The work that has no reason

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL When I put that knife into my soul center I felt the full affect. Not unlike a gourd I was stuck inside of; in the moments realization. A part of the earth and the earth being something that is as all together synthetic and engineered. My body and yours, in fact everything so strange. That pulpy mesh of something that seemed so absolute yet in truth it was so fragile on every level. I wanted to die! I teased it but it wouldn’t let me until it was time. Conform you say? Yes I conformed and entertained. I thought I’d blow its socks off. Yet it never relents and it never values. You’d think that there was something grandiose behind it all but these are boring, stale, arbitrary thinkers. Who knows if a commanding mastermind is even alive to this day? Personally I’d place my bets on it dying away quite a long time ago. Were they trying to bring it back or were these things and this machine made so resilient and self replicating that this madness would stand the test of time immemorial? Black lizard like shapeshifters that bend and fold in and out of time because they are quite dead in time. Things created or rather fabricated so that they could have never existed belonging to and not resembling any true phenotype. No individuality and no feeling only cold dark calculating actions. Clandestine groups made to do as they have. They thought they’d figured it out and even tricked it until the great reset came again. There is nothing that can outsmart nor evade its constant awareness; scanning the shadows of prethought and subthought and riding the wave of consciousness as its pill.