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…Hundredth monkey flesh-colored algorithms…

…distracted by the tumult amidst the vertigo one feels thinking in retrospect applying deductive reasoning to memories in which one becomes biased insisting personal truth is the subjective experience Here recounting past events and their repercussions shaping us as we grow engaged with whatever draws our interest compromising no matter how fleeting better forward progress leaching constructive energy by mistakes being made without correction obliviously skewing positive trajectory unknowingly even when still though following with the best intent are considered forms of progression if one can learn from those mistakes and not take themselves too seriously making compromise feel worse, we sleep forever and in that we have power temporary beings crawling across this heathen earth manifesting destinies as subjectively seen fit enough for human consumption abrupt assumption toward bankrupted commonality of the spirit separating people sorting out disparate ideals that counteract whatever progress made thus far to quell criticism as other distinctions evolving over time once let loose in this world concepts becoming creature following the retarded sides of seers and prophets never accounting for the finite speed of radiation Here grasping at straws and the men who make petty arguments over nothing important perceiving default efficaciousness of reality, even after surmising nothing is as it seems largely allowing us to perceive behind the curtains used to obscure our visions of the now that is real and the speculation of futures yet to come varying aspects of the dreaming we all participate in even those whom do not dream but merely rest expecting recovery through gross situations of doubtful promise stabilized in order to get on with life as we know it subjectively creating havoc as all possible perspectives enmesh entwine and some indeed conflict Here as the paths diverge causing differing outcomes for all involved with established systems… surely temple that sense of tradition one discovers at random and completely separate from other influences cannot only anchor us but relieve stresses felt with existential dilemmas taking stock of managing objects collected while attempting to maintain decent employment and security as well as anymore than necessary to survive quashing that sequence of demons within requiring constructive acceptance and purgation embracing our weaknesses for the strengths they can be before inevitably becoming an internal nemesis feeding off our mistaken acts left inappropriate under circumstances sometimes out of our direct control Here wishing command over things beyond our accuracy with prediction, awkward predilection enduring the terrifying reign of this walking living drama more horrifying than zombies because real people are the reason for such catastrophic decadence in which we as fools all contribute to the sea change of public opinion constantly reshaping itself with varying combinations of truth and falsity harnessing this informational supply and demand one cannot look away from what social train wreck is then produced manifesting lost words of the density of destiny no matter how tiny our lives in sepia tone up until evolutions to bleached out black and white photography reaching later the technicolor dream coat, as tapestry woven by innovation alone often overlooked overloaded with nuance by layers from many sourcing Here their time and energy as contributions to the projects they serve much as any other smaller portions requires personal engagement no matter how tedious promulgation of these patterns we become overwhelmed by in retrospect attaining our personal pathways educating ourselves upon those tendencies almost suicidal informing us to sacrifice integrity with ultraquiot voice situated underneath the chatter of nature in its various aspects come to life and surging forward on their own paths in this subtle circuit laid before us taken advantage of…

thanks, khet_:/