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Fragmentalism…

few thoughts to read of this one clothed in rags as richly deserved of the rancid pricklies who wander the halls of power holy to few but the dead who have managed to prove themselves worth the hideous loyalty wrought by the most vicious and despicably rude boys and girls whose hate for the system has overt and subtle readings per discussions upon the depth of the subject shed light to burn away shadows that have followed in our footsteps loosed by our intents too intense for most to retard from haunting the soul with personal bouts of a spiritual cancer replacing the inner child at the helm of our psyche staring in that darkness in whose laughter scares death back to the crypt, cracking open the narcoleptic sarcophagus like some distant television memory flashing its way back onto the screen seen by millions enough to repeat these rhythmic recreations when the need arises next as life recalls elements symbolized as the variously revealed plot twists become more apparent or transparent as the case may be sooner than we think as the destroyed pieces left charred creating itself anew remains untouched by human frailties to subsume again by authority of nature’s grasp held highly above the heads of the Mankind who has force fed the mother on His poisons distilled from Her beauties borne each children of the surrounding territories as shepherds and friendly families of farming as communities respecting the inherent beliefs instilled by godless signals communicated directly from one source toward any of the one’s who would listen though few are true to the response the consensus godhead would allow reality to form into, but the Now takes shape anyway no matter the differences as created awkwardly distressed by this life or the next ones in which it is said somewhere that these will be the only repetition we have to face conflicted by our own feelings and their so-called ‘reaper-cussions’ with cushion for the deadly blow that takes one out permanently carrying our features away into rains sensing a dismissal shooting off from the grave once this design is truly finished where all can rejoin the stardust destination of dreams with our ancestral forebears or goats or fathers or whatever your spirit animal of choice taking into account what one really believes… the leeching lurching body of work that it takes to maintain this salty dog demeanor means more and more discrimination against stereotypes with their overtly negative gravitas pulling mean tricks on humanity as gremlins or demons or sometimes even semen are the killers growing forward in the amniotic solution solving life’s puzzles perhaps a waitless wanderer bought time to create a new vision for us all though only under ideal circumstances which can involve a circumcision if further cultural parameters have tightly tied the hands and mouth to restrict these atrocities from being made public while cursing the rest of humanity with colliding senses of “right” when theoretical girls are raped and murdered and stained with the hatred of their once loving peoples, but real human beings capable of more had the work of evil allowed them to escape from all the horrible parasites living as people hiding traits better left banished from the conundrum of ourselves as the last vestiges of brutality that will not abide any longer in the common court of general law that we have nationally-pledged our hearts and minds to without ideas of what the best to better our world would be as personal problems become insanity caused by the ripples condemning the individual’s experiences as invalid when the truth means a loss of strength, though this is a trick spun by the fiercer aspect of the intruder who takes far too seriously their own attitudes…

Thanks, khet.