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a rehearse in verse

the torment we convince ourselves we seek is part of the reasoning that we feel needs reinforcement in aspects of pressure starkly contrasting humane behaviors against the occidental manipulations that have occurred in our western civilization radiating outward with inspired thrusts that disposes of some of the more accidental methods to this bloody a mess assaulting the wounds by sharing all the pain full tension possible between these fools and their foolishness as patterns rising gives way into marking the surface with phenomenal ley lines twisting this creation into these various temporary shapes, teasing our instincts out of us so efficiently that the mind reels in horror from those variable tactics and vectors often corrective tendency becoming human subjugation to compel others to do as they are told even when the examples given are grotesque and corrupt and outdated as cruelty and vanity uphold these bullshit laws that do not protect or serve that majority who finds no peace in this world by forcibly dragging the society we have been granted into a whirling dervish of petri dish ideals left to be examined after an exposure to this erosion, but as spirited expressions we slam together opening and closing a door of perception at a time as the self evolves through an involvement in the survival game struggle that invents any ideal of the rugged individual who can handle every detail no matter how prickly it gets when the harassments become an issue for real that it must be dealt with accordingly through whatever means necessary to a fault as the idealized person runs against real experiential opposition… as with all the lies laid at our feat that we cannot just dismiss or forget the history we are forced to ascribe to when there is not fundamental evidence of a truth to be told what to do or be holden to a form preaching into that pit of the perverted hungry and awaiting a taste of the unsatisfied slake that bursts forth from a thirst for mayhem and the carnage that comes in the wake of such attacks while taking as many along as possible, but our urge to overkill the boundaries drawing upon both our attentions and ideals raised to heights of exploitation edging randomly as that weaving surge channels the nerves to be someone other than that ideal self as an erasure of the previous human condition to restart a process that consumes us in a fiery remolding to a sacrifice of all our oldest models to recreate ourselves into a different being, it is all of these fading memories still that linger slowly crushing considerations of the new under the weight of the old states’ traditionalism as has been made into a defense as our beginning triggering in the youth ideas of course to shoot first and ask questions later as if there are any vital questions at all that can be answered easily as only personally valid information comes into play Here where the parasites and loving kindness of strangers overlaps to define certainties as they collapse on their side…

Thanks, khet.