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a heavy petty distraction…

where are our leaders in honesty who have had to adapt the same as we to these traditional formats mad at the alteration of sequence and anything new like that repeated pattern of worries or concerns that send the furrows down our brow in times of stress and not an actual relaxation as those futile humping moves adulterated by the adults is making children forget what it truly means to behave in a manner so befitting of this humanity that accepts and loves without fear as the lynchpin or keystone in this a false mechanical ritual fostered by a shamed curiosity which changed somewhere between Here and there, honesty as that substantial yet painful taboo commodity to which all seriousness defers power to the facts as related to the tribal community we share as more stories each a slightly veiled Mystery lived out as a reality to those few who witness and cater to gems of wisdom worth their values in use and an application amidst the Manmade universe of constraint that overtakes those ideal bubbles blown by the denizens making use of their misery, but even adaptation to these dysfunctions has its common quirks that cannot be simply avoided like emotions coming back to haunt those who cannot grasp the effects as serious repercussions rippling outward in ringing circles whirling about to spin this cosmos into the crazy trivial dances of macabre embracing everything as a love unconditional that will span beyond our scales of time and ideals of sacred as that immutable tactic to win us over with promises of glory and riches… distinctive fits of ire and rage at those condemning forces working over the handful captured Here who were only trying to promote harmony between spheres of influence before the arresting hands of Mankind afflicting the sufferers with more of what deserves a criminal so well-known for subversive activities against a brutal dictatorship through the counseling of others who have also been attacked unjustly by these same hands, we are kept sad and tragic fools as a means of keeping humanity in check with the rules and regulations said to be divined from some higher authority whose state shall remain nameless as long as we remain faithless dissecting questions the pieces of this dream allows us to see taking an insight from the random distress as it flows through us like water and it tugs and transmits what we may assume to be instructions to restoration of greatness, but this seems more like fairy tale woven over the barest essentials to speak deeply to our personal sense of humanity as it can perceive things beyond ourselves into creating connective bonds between our needs and our precariously-balanced environment allowing communication when the winds of change are right and various unknown stars seem to align with the righteous forces working in our favor even as we try to be wary of all the villains in whose demonological aspects of strife and terror and worry as terms of challenge yet to be spurned…

Thanks, khet.