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we Disgust trust…

we have all talked about the layered issues of trust that becomes rote when the rest of society accept something with such tenacity that if virtually nothing can impede these important decisions being numb agreement with any and all policies that dictate how one should or ought to live when that construct is this decided projection of humanity at a current moment as various smarty parties steering were active long before our souls had ever arrived Here to physically take dynamic possession of vibrant members of this species adapted to this pocket of a grief and goodness transforming right in front of our eyes, but it never matters what we have tried to communicate about as no one seems to respond to the ‘active listener, passive listener’ ideal which confuses the interaction between two or more people at once because it then modifies into this intensive need to be right above others as righteous self-satisfaction gets the better of these creatures spending over the limits of their imagination on mediocre jobs and situations that kill that wholly unique soul quality that has remained long after we have long gone to arriving escaped at further reaches of timESPace, we must accept as urgent the factors that inhibit slowly and those that lubricate the psychopompous circumstances allowed this route to these places unseen except through artists and their art interpreting that stunted growth of the constant repetition in nature as the obstacles might appear hazily as though from a distance unable to be as measured until the external mode of reality is breached by these especially pointed objectives of life and light that absorb upon landing the rabid distinctions that can hastily pull people from one task to another in the blink of an eye… the debate raging onward as arguing a subspecies formed retain the energy left to them from these repercussions of depth seen through many lenses of life that refrain from such actions too involved in order to stand off to the sidelines watching the world move no matter how it crawls or hastily is rushed trying to twist the of course of this plot so no one guesses too easily where the destination will lie and cheat a couple steps ahead of us and a slightly shared recollection of journeys, but consequences naming us as the suspects is an attempt at claiming and cataloging the details as they collect into stories mismatched throughout mention of facts and nothing as just in this vital cosmos storing up all the data as hard proof because to the machine there is no fine line drawn by emotions or personal preference as circumstance dictates to the massive multitude whose value judgments as defensive armor is fleshed out in experiences defeating a negative advancement, intrusive friction ate the headspace we would normally have for understanding ourselves even though there are menacing elements taking advantage of our trust like a reservoir tempered to fill with accentuated thoughts and a complicated stream of consciousness that continues to see all distortions and contortions as we…

Thanks, khet.