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Tainting Fates

ease into this one if you can keep yourself from devouring every sense as they try to span up into the drift not taken or caught if you catch my broken wind winding these words like string stuck upon the haggard soul of whom no phrase ever emitted makes as much sense as the internal dialogue brought to bare upon others, with romantically devoted as an epic proportion eating into our hearts and souls to try to reconnoiter control as humane the transfusion of love into our bloodstream as mainstream into which all the filth as faith is pouring, and of the adoring hordes whom are hoarding their odd meanings like selfish definitions demeaning themselves for all the superficial love they would wish to give but cannot because of trust and the longing for connection as living lifetimes can create… these unwieldy times dissipate as fools cater to their follies with abandon the better to make something from nothing as we might have been given to think magically to ourselves as brains churning the mind butter again, try to develop some figure with a meaning amidst all the dreck that scrapes the sides in urge for more always more with the fanciful interests planned in sequence to try these embittered avenues for the abuse, but is it this that is the only lurking thing that sticks with us as a scattered mortal tragic excuse that hammers the cleaving blow home to lop off one’s head as though this brand of guillotine justice were ever finished existing for the violent execution of lazy executive decision through and through… the scammed out enslaved by that simple yet syrupy delicious that makes people shiver down their spines through a seat to their souls as an electrifying zeitgeist to arrive absolute at whatever obtuse angle that means to those of us that observe this mess, in the empty zombie eyes laughing as they should or you would be frightened into as enveloping or entrancing a gloom as that to which had positively inspired any fears to begin with someone somewhere backsliding into the tomb, but what does this cure as we try to delve into the frequencies which create us and this organic substance that holds all the information screaming aloud when the inappropriate divinity is uttered against the threshold of tradition burning the proofs into our minds with a skewed trust in truth let loose on frenzied excuse…

Thanks, khet.