Polyamory_androsians

Our existence is modulated by the tangible barriers of the profane cultural media in which we exist. As much as our desires go beyond the capacity of our conceptions, let alone our deeds, they are the goading reminders to us that we belong to more than this profane plane of linear options. There are dimensional planes that frequently intersect the plane of this channel on which we act, and those planes are of dimensional conceptions unattached to having any relation for how we get-a-long in this plane. We might as well be in a holding area no better than a corral of one of the slaughterhouses. Our 'slaughterhouse' is a caste of witting or unwitting consciousness. In that slaughterhouse corral we exist within our self-programmed matrix of ideas and aesthetics that comprise our life operating system. It's as much a comfort zone of our conditioned fetishes that provide some transactional coherence for us within our milieu as it is that ultimate caste holding corral of aggregat