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ride the Frightening..!

the discernible truth is not so clear that it can be quoted verbatim as perhaps the wittiest of phrases in phases of our lives leading to this an adult part of the neighborhood we have come to accept as a natural state even as we rally against and wage war upon what is nature’s more volatile aspects turned realty with the monsters we meet wandering this real desert of a scheming natrix if you will humor my humorless dredge as a little bit of this tangent to clear this up, there’s nothing too kind about Mankind in whose angular visage we have idealized as having been detained as trainees laced together somehow so cosmically constantly looking for our cosmic allies amid the access to evil that stirs our imaginations to blind and lust-filled states kept occasions to say the least while snakes as a metaphor careening through those midnight places in packs of slithering subtle as thoughtful tentacles terribly taught while in staging the greatest hidden raping and plundering of humanity by somehow getting them to destroy the despot earth that the ape people have called ‘home’ in the hundreds of thousands of years since they had first spawned, but as gifted mortals effete from the ages generated in this decadent degeneracy going off far into that which is categorically unknown to any but those left unknowable as ideal of closing the distances between Here and there by contributing the darker emotional baggage reflective of that self left withering away leaps and bounds of contradictions dictated to us by the unfathomable thrust forward that has us utterly tight and compacted unable to digest… whatever directions we choose as east meets west or north fights south in some compendium of knowledges foretold by the bastards that haven’t died off yet from these ideal plagues that hit civilization deep in the dead end to repercuss and shun rather than cushion that assault and battery charging forth into the heart of that vapid darkness intruding onto those restless souls inviting escape from any which way they can have it like the opportunists we were raised to be, as person taking advantage of a system that has felt nothing except grief at our advancements in thinking this can only get worse as time advances the smallest opinions as optional meta-minions each posing a new query for the user friendly assuming that one has the time to kill with concepts like boredom and ennui soon to manipulating others into thoughts of guaranteed forward progression even though this comes out after the shocking realization that none of this is true, but we are nothing if not gifted with natural ways to adapt around these feats of leisure class learning limited by our psyche and the emotional body/ self that as passenger to these misadventures culminating into what we would call a ‘life’ takes on a whole new series of weird meanings when we pass on whether to those greater rewards promised for the services we have rendered or perhaps lost forever as a dickless piece of fuck…

Thanks, khet.