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words do not justify the meanings that others have laid a claim onto as the tendered entendres sometimes contradict each other even within the same structures of grammar and enunciation pronounced asserting certain terms as correct under all circumstance those viral components circulating mass proliferation of style over function anal-retainting jive coersing the group mind hive housed so discreetly in this society bugged all throughout policing ourselves all casting stigma with our eyes while marking random others to die an insular indifferent death shooting daggers with no further provocation necessary in sudden painful panics pushing buttons to twist the knives setting nervous blood to boiling points pointing out the mistakes made adapting to harrowing situations reorganized as a whirlpool eddies some chaos shaving off years of our lives scratching onto personal copies from one’s own akashic record to sampling any slight few snippets to grant insights understood, and to make simple for ourselves recognizing that we required parts to move through nature in the hopes of a sense that thus all movement enacted will reach a verdant destiny of epic proportions in our nearest future without unpleasant triggers creating the agony surmised before becoming pro-agonistic possibly overwhelming positivity proactively in a live changing of the changed upon the grindstone of the damned chaos feeding us back our recycled energy in gloss to shine away those elements of truth hidden by the sands of silence in this desert of the real grating against our very fibers as all environments try to dispose of the eye staring blank out at any horizons whose image foreshadows doom working underneath the drudge of beauty such trivial poses transporting the viewer or witness to the neuro or psychoactive realm filtering our behaviors reactions and consensus realities in general, the litany of an extended family as culture takes branches to seed in other places where perhaps no need is prerequisite of law or biased in pursuit of something other than the truth as confirmed of proof unquestionable no matter the contradiction in books brought forth to reference as proven absolutes that hones a fragile structure such as the comfort zone you consider as a private dream even after this fundamental object has been devised under conditions of the consumer sovereignty which dismisses the individual so easily a decardable dot amidst the spread of disease and agony stretching tension to limits no fabric of rhetoric could endure… scraps of humanity sold on their own dysfunctional trash as a human occupied landfill enslaved to horrid resorts that last so many generations and lifetimes longer as we fight for err in this thick atmosphere of degradation as smokey maze of honeycomb-like structure where nodes and nooks a treasure trove of elder concept as the human drama further unfolds making some lives miserable while still others derive the certainty of activity from possessed misers chained among other servants of the wider array feeling helpless weight against the grinding edge moving the mountain in pieces a person at a time to decide worthwhile choicest avenues to integrate with knowledge and meaning farther than we seem to expect guiding this human whole wide open to views for the analysis of skeptical scholars writing the historical data composure of foundational stalking halls of power in selfish ignorance craving only the glories of the self of legendary province, a creature unlike whatever we think a mere instrument of nature’s fury can be as expectation as much allows for situational blindsides to occur that once it is our eccentricities force our peculiar chronology to relieve that natural orbit into the sacrifical substances we all share that decides our particular arts of sciences for us much like mythic extension of the human experience through oral tradition guided by intervals of ebb to get where flow makes a unique sense of its own within us that test our convenience culture and its self-righteous stage in the development of these cancerous elements in a daily struggle with continuoty’s crawl across that timESPace as haunted limit to society’s capacity to understand at all, but all those myriad textures do not get lost because the creative seeks out the never banal novelty that sometimes cause our immediate atmosphere to become a volitile magma tempering all distressing details in pockets of bad moods and maniacal tantrums where our juvenile ego sickness can project and permeate those caught in these sudden awkward casual questionable crossed vibes relying upon too close an established division to explain all future exploits…

Thanks, khet.