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I am not made of sense…

‘…reduce the pounds,’ some may exclaim as though righteous what existences were really about was a summing up trying to bottleneck one size world order fits all as though any of inherent or intrinsic behaviors wired into a plethora of the adaptable human qualities and features are updated in timely faschismo even as most of these owners’ manuals given have been poorly-written pieces hacked together subjective pastiches from golden memories as age has allowed to change hands though not always as useful once understood to a similar point as exhaustion when one working hard enough to lay on of hands lays waste to those efforts much sooner than expected then those best things in life are at times blown to proportions unbefitting their actual relevancy in nature as we soon set off as rocketship risk-takers united weight of our maturing eventuality ranging the gamut of subtle hues and archaic roles swaying to that strange rattling hum while some are running around like recapitulated symbols decapitated as chicken littles in whose falling sky has come, later devoured by the mass extinction totally as an act with our fingerprints upon it bombed and disheveled without a levels head to take care of business leftover as motion pictures become historic gospels to be utterly intrigued sequences by our presence in this keen collusion of lives as souls networked together taken apart then drifting away, but these are not exclusive to lobby vipers and royal reptilian DNA alone though also to those greatest ones lost out among mistakes stacked high to falling perhaps too toppled a tower far flung as future frustration to fathom at this point that a Now intruding into Here feels assuaging complexes assuming reality collapsing the simplistic a little bit further serious with each go around under sway of a demi-erotic urge cosmologically purging our lies with our faithful replies among a faithless continent that relies upon us to change the channeling program talking singing nonsense verses for ourselves redirected through more routes knotted tension off course castigated and surging between lines of spoken words phrased and phasing out that complete set of visions laced all throughout one’s life given loosely left let to hang noose-like leaving notes around our past present and to future prospects… collective despotic intrigue implanting demon seed in rocky soil without a Burgess Meredith to guide fights to the fighters and yet collude with a whole other dynamic is of social approach casting off as skin and skills with each generative phase asking us what we want of a life beleaguered by crass trashy glamour trendy in some parts not already cut away by a pseudo-scythe giving one strength of purpose to tease a little more life from that filthy washing ashore whatever debris can buoy to the surface world of succinctness standard weave in flag-waving ceremony moaning bloody murder when the shit hits fan faceless as the blades slice upon these brain pan blues beaten brutal by the system with deadpan irony affecting poetic justice smacking the features in primeval curbstomp taken too far one too many times to related mytho-literal miso-identical misnomers carrying heft of gathered opinion gone awry, but why wait for a why when sometimes the want is enough to start a reaction chaining some same such minds together at the concept alone as individual features become tangential angelic elements blessing lower forms of life living now with generations of alien consciousness locking up our systems with instinctual data casually foregoing that brains grey matter batters against the whipping winds of conformity domesticating as society dictates a person should be, though the trigger finger always rings true with shots fired shat-wise through the chaotic crowd in a haze of uncertainly valued self-sustaining attitude depicting a selfless abandon crawling tough soldier earthen gore clinging to the rough-hewn visage scarred by experiences fathoming the war within as much without both a guidance that supports and orders that approve of violence against a silent majority mostly left to fighting and struggle as such…

Thanks, khet.