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everyone is a dinosaur in hell…

from lizards to humans but we can take a moment to look at the colorectal cancer to which we have in mind as much behind us awaiting terror and destiny to condense into single units of this a currency coum society that transfers the energy into a cosmic voyaging that recreates the simulation of relaxation that we try to value even though there are examples to pursue without failure being one of those options that can trash the treasures so casually as to lose the glimmer of hope soiling our morals in brilliant villainy, as we decide for ourselves to be a dick over an asshole as my supervisor at work brings his shitty sifting through life to the job as his jobbery includes hostility in as much senility without mattering how treating people comes into play in this short journey especially when in the middle of the last half of it pushing buttons emotional and personal once he thinks he knows you even though this too leads to a mistake, or one too many when the stored up oils and fat in your brain becomes a series of bloody substances from which worms have no other choice but to eat and digest and reintegrate the scum with those dead kings deep within the ground as we move along it to further our own selfish motives and pursuits in an idea of a result that has measured this scale at which we decay and spread out our disarray amongst the local debris as an urgency from the goons to whom holding power is the goal that subsumes… it is the doomed who become trapped by the error of their ways by having never even searched out something more relevant than merely conforming to the opinions of others where no comfort is granted with any of a casual goal pursued tethered to this basis for operations by theories on string and those tentative connections between us rivaling bullies confronting to intimidate or terrorize or worse while the sequence of events rolls further off the assembly line lied to by the sports always heckling the good intentions of anyone they would prefer to use or move, and the abuse gets thick and tense and noxious as well once you learn under what auspices of whose grotesque sense of history we all shuffle about taking on those burdens and proofs to which it is to be reasoning of authority that we finance and follow with these horrid terms applying to make everyone a criminal easily persecuted by the cyst’em trying its best to mask the worthwhile qualities in humanity it would take centuries to evacuate into a healthier scenario, one that as hopefully would not be swallowed by nefarious forces who believe themselves worthy of any absolute power taken to extremes decided as the meaningful exercise to shift the attitudes of a modern currency buried straight into their rotten pockets when the next speculative civilization will run off these tender mercies based on the resourceful mood of billions sheltered by the wings of the harbinger foreshadowing as submission of the people Here quantified into the human dynamic which caters to only the few who have sacrificed more than they need to plant seeds…

Thanks, khet.