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Hard to believe…

what is this fondness for numbers in all their facets upon this heathen earth as they ferret away into infinite displays of themselves and others as immortalized into the wondrous world incarnated to exist as ourselves, Here defying the hasty compressed and panicked reality that distorts this picture of sanity into looking like shit most days out of the week before trying to cross over out from after this life on into some other that i alone cannot certainly define to be true, and glimpsing serious spills over into our dysfunctional forms of fun that cater to our caterwauling as howling hooligans who do not repent as this ain’t like no church y’all been in since Dionysis reigned as the given god of the moment… revelry taken to the hilt as the random acts of belligerence strike all of us into a form capable of handling the hot rough trade of this world while praying to the fighters who cannot lead, and the leaders who cannot fight taking measures behind the scenes to insure their approach as valid stake of claim while biding time for use of underhanded methods making the odds fall so much more into their favor instead of those who might believe in a fair game… these suspenseful sinister twists in the fabric of a story begin to get gory when this tension of everything reaches powerful crescendo level enough to digest the meat of the soul, and this can happen in everyone even though the modern trend is to refer to it as a some thing or other mental disorder diagnosed by experts which are only partially correct as it is truly a disorder only because of the infectiousness of chaos that mocks the previously perceived rules and balance that ages have savored, blamed our trust as a labored gift sometimes to those enslaved to their vicious and haunted sides of perception as some mixture of anxiety and pressure as it sustains this persona as we perceive ourselves to be on a case-by-case basis… cringing the clinging lifeforms do not wish to die out like some of the other previous extinct animals killed for sport or fashion fading away from memory after being snuffed out in all-too-short a burst, another light gone, but does the existence ever really dissipate when the carcass still remains to wither and serve as food?…

Thanks, khet.