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wading through the centuries of waste that display our genetic shame in fits of rage as we diet on worms that look just like that elusive in happiness that has been used as those swinging karats of value and worth hung so dapper like faulty chandeliers of the poor and deluded whose use has been commodified by these dollar whores on the loose, the truth is much more difficult to swallow when it is true because of curiosity filling in those mysterious gaps gaping in the pattern of every story allowing no few sadistic false cure-alls to proliferate the system with bottled infections or their confectionary weapons sinister and decadent to prevent the followers from following too closely to those they’ve chosen as leaders, but we can complain as much as we may enjoy being buried by these burdens becoming heavier than we can carry on without falling to our knees in anguish as the squishy helpless emotion ever-pushing us into that next level in still searching for clues around perceptive uselessness as effect… with all the lessons we have learned applying themselves to the world around us even though it seems no one ever cares enough because we are slaves to rituals inept in a world without cares revealing a world filled with careless people trapped by their ignorance, but never in realizing a release from the greater understanding because education is not necessarily related to being intelligent as the various parts of ourselves interact within like replays of historic data as stored like memories deep in the record of this animal form whose programmed cell death now denied, instead as ideal immortality it is a barrage of mutations that strike us dead to the rights we have left and those still with us crabby and mean snapping at those who know no better because they can never read our minds the way we have wanted things done Here whether desired or demanded necessary for development… things that do not die were never alive to begin with as ideals of immortality are time and space bending to collaborate to beget a deliberate step toward glory as sanctified thing to reach for, the story officials don rules as armor to defend their small lives as shared with every other creature trying to survive through the overt threats and glamor shielding masked emotions so vulnerable to dark ghoulish cowards, and brought to bear on labor’s loss of living bitter fruits…

Thanks, khet.