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no News is a good nuisance…

that which words can unlock are never entirely real even as a person feels real emotion about a most vital clue in which the terms will not always apply in every case or scenario as the situation shifts the present moment into warps and whips of fancy fantasy pulled humbly from the depths of informations that our souls can transmit and analyze into this material plane of study and determination setting our will and energy both forth in forms that unite and untie the universe by ideally equal aspects as if ordered to maintain balance, but even as a time sends various strengths of signal and frequency continuing the recalibration of the psychic computer that our single consciousness is but a node or hub upon a subtly-carried circuit a great amount of distance to reach the mortal realm reflected in multiples of techniques and the attitudes becoming schools of thought that utilize the pulse of this cosmic flux to manifest folding and molding this vision into a density heavy with holding us Here, the responsible continuum it moves in the midst of facts collecting like bizarre keepsakes collections in whose fettering our existence to objects that give us joy when faced with neither hemlock nor exile at carrying out goals relying upon all of our conscious abilities whose demand on the focus and attention we give leads us to narrow our individual perspectives respective of all these other mindsets in order to conform with the out there adding to the general feeling of a world spirit like ours as paranoid when the mature ability to respond becomes only dull reaction… whether as transmitted through the guts or the brain stem remains a trivial choice of potent options that our body makes for us when it understands these as patterns better than we do and goes on to inform the rest of the autonomous mobile action unit pushing against this living paradigm we feed and care for as special vessel sailing indeed realizing that over time as it is a precious commodity that has lost its modesty somewhere along intense breaking lines of thought like vocal waves crashing up against polarizing moods and the stark grimy icontrast of reality, it is building into a structure like this that can make us describe our feeling as parasitic or better symbiotic without fearing the exorcise of workplace intimidation in the formulas of social domination and mind games as are played as much as prey upon our loyalties to carve their scars slicing up hallowed doctrines in our memories to shreds not wondering from where our guidance will come next without manipulating the smooth-over social tricks used to dismiss another’s point of view without seeming being overtly aggressive, but instead uses to justify allowing another person to become the bad guy because they were the first to be provoked thus the sole recipient of the mantle by these taunted acts as flaunted friction on whose repercussions attract magnetic a sick from the elements synchronous ending up where pieces were meant to go before ever receiving the command to reveal hidden meaning to anyone…

Thanks, khet.