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Every stop is a story - Darwin to Adelaide River

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  Every stop is a story - Darwin to Adelaide River The Adelaide River Rupture (image to be uploaded - subscribe to be notified) The storm did not break over the Adelaide River plains; rather, reality tore open along the track. To the left, the familiar Top End landscape clung fiercely to its quiet melancholy. A lone gum tree stood sentinel over the charred scrub and dry earth, its leaves catching the last bruised light of a brooding wet-season sky. In the hollow below, the old fictional homestead crouched beside the rutted dirt road, enduring the heavy stillness that always settles before the atmosphere ruptures. Then came the tear. It began not with thunder, but with an overwhelming, luminous heat that shredded the grey overcast into molten ribbons. You could feel the vortex of raw energy sweeping through radiant ambers, searing cadmium oranges, and blinding celestial whites. The vortex descended like a folded dimension brushing against the earth. Where the atmospheric rift touch...

Intelligent Systems Fall


Was there was a way to resolve?
Before the slaughter began
If there was a to reconcile?
The living would have fewer martyrs?

Why are the decisions of the few never questioned and made accountable?
And, is it more important to believe than to know?

This base position of recklessness  determines a lasting continuum of falling from, hiding from, excusing and reevaluating known-ness

So the machine keeps propagating
The fallen gave their's so we can have ours
With full adoration and support from the populace
Who have never known to over think
With keeping it simple stupid flattening progressive analysis
Questioning has become demonstratively disrespectful
The most palatable deceptions are those that are thin and moral.
Mantras of nonsense

The predetermined dead fall as expected To reconcile worthlessness the predetermined dead are held up in esteem
Our authoritative must build this destination
Our  authoritative must not self-doubt in hopeless realization
Our authoritative must enter war behind a shield of valor

Death is for the inherent victor to celebrate
And through the making of rational stories
To pathway unleashed grieving to grieving of high regard
Where high regard is steeled by righteousness
Where righteousness can be grafted to the living self
The self as the embodiment of virtue, purpose, and determination.
To be absolved from murderous activity

It is in the nation's endeavor to build symbols of high regard
For the living to hide behind
To build a rich and exulted heritage.
Us who are the righteous.
We as one basking in pride and unquestioned freedom from guilt
The predetermined dead sacrificed to profit the living as in-one as in-holiness

This is the way of the fallen
This is the way of the fallen's people
The bestowed is dead
Dead and ignorant of knowing
The living is dead
Living dead and living ignorant
Behind decorated shields of ceremony, we are symbols of virtue
We the magnificent are secured within unity
To shield our eyes away from the decisions of the few
To closing the door on wasteful killing
We refuse to question our absurd positioning.
This being
This associated identity
These acts of selflessness







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