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until the Chaos comes home…

sacred animosity covering our figures collectively in those subtle tethers difficult to dissuade in leaves as the tree of life we lived goes through its seasons in the ablyss letting loose while allowing us to lose our cool over the most casual of things that require our participation pushing us to continue in a direct contribution to commit ourselves to consistency in upholding whatever few standards as will makes sense to begin with as the shape begins to form from our desires and wishes as we grow, villains will stick a finger in your chest to intimidate and call you out projected through their own obnoxious fears and whims though fancy they are not as in a subversive lack of subtlety that derives energy from the victim as a custom of old world angst and domination reborn into these modern castes of a programming to force us all into these roles and drama plays to keep us controlled under tight constraint or the police state knows our tactics after being souled out to the crowd as festering peanut gallery taking to task, and the crack of the whip like the crack of our ass knows us and our features to be exploited as with so many other things considered as a cosmic trivial element of the Now in regards to certainty of insanity and a breakdown of communications we feel compelled to heal for our own good as well as the rest of the shared motley crew on deck to serve under commands of the righteous authority whose plans only include us as far we are with purpose setting a junk obstacle course in the path of any who follow too closely behind… we are observant of that it is through a series of details that words like ‘common sense’ makes aware for us to witness that which conflicts us against better judgments though not necessarily through judgment values that label us judgmental for the most of this cultural reverse psychology lodged in our thoughts in the judges then to make up the jury of your peers putting pressure on one’s instincts to throw oneself under the bus in order to further survive the chaos that explains not one thing to us, we must always attempt deducing these connections and layers out for ourselves any way we can absorb the information to channel our spirit of substance out beyond these fiery loops as confusing conclusions mocking us from the other side of humanity as the subtle face of kindness is distorted by the effects we have co-creating this consciousness breaking-in rules and by hurting those we love instead of committing to a killing joke used to knock us off our high horses supporting a sheltered room view to freakish clarity, but woe be those whiny complaints that take the toll of a soul of whose genuine grievance and twisted to a divine and divide the conquering to conquest with a fate worse than death in some instances where people are afraid to die hidden by boundaries of instinct and intuition crossed and eliminated alienated by forces beyond our direct control as though this can never truly stop us from doing our best or trying until we have made it all the worst of possible credible scenarios changing as the case of disorder’s moves…

Thanks, khet.