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suck Cess, fool…

the water waves out warnings as stormy weather rolls over each point another reaching out toward the sky as if this crashes closer to the other fish in the see when depth of the darkness behind our eyes glowering is something one cannot visualize but surmises as there like the stalking killer or burglar is criminal running loose for the time spent relatively free an unknown alive aspect as terror reacting caged away from human interaction it is as if being borne into this romantic decadence with all these garlands hanging to our detriment upon trees in poisonous fruit so often overlooked by the denser senses of Mankind in the apex predator, but to utilize for the better as all nature’s gimmicks to defuse the bomb inside of our heads a jest that starts ticking down as soon as ideas of self-awareness filter in through the transmissions we get in our chemical brain picking up frequencies lodged where it cannot see itself except throughout the multitude of faces with eyes and each one differs from others beyond mere appearance alone that bewilders as much as sparking inspired titillation from the observer locked inside of fragmented thoughts and indifferent urges each taking on shapes clearly of their own as we age sometimes to reveal we demolish as though a journey down to our core shadow stuff, there in which many difficult decisions thus are facing us to coerce the heat and steam in this stream of consciousness to give rise forming a bath in which all of the dirt and grime comes off when washed amid these holy bloods going through vascular circuits of little tunnels pouring forth streaming gushes of crimson synergy pulsing collected on insides hostile from their sudden opening to sacrificial access facilitated by the gathering of mad pagan medics hoping boldly for their rituals to succeed by taking the livelihoods of another under force of the collective will we must proceed… out from underneath the water’s edge of splashing and screaming for help leeches worms or lampreys suckling toes but no one is quite able to hear everything correctly from this great distance to a shore (assure) one that it seems there are many forms of life whose curiosity gets the better of them as do we as beings when sights of these favored avatars bright as a star coming to expand into your particular dimension to study closer what kind of cosmic conundrum these humans be, as devils and angels and deities we are the plenty of a corny horny jaunty smorgasbord ridiculed and yet relied upon to get job done when no one else could or would have because humans stand out from those ready crisp lines of conformity distorting reality through these unique traits as a pressure of conscious understanding having forced on some beings to become more responsible while others stay like the children they had started, but there are mighty forces used as facts without as nested within rude ideas of a god being or of infinite resources that are hurting us as civilization on the brink both of death and earned respect as warrior spirits flare inside too proud to hide behind ready deadpan faces ready to summon enough courage through treading this deeply while the wilderness carved with scars creeps back into the wyld thresholds of fears occurring collectively with that sense of self electric…

Thanks, khet.