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Deaconformist…

a busking we will go… the cherry popped slowly at first when realizing what skills were bestowed upon me which i felt were stowed away indefinitely by luck of the fucking draw win or lose once the cards had be tossed around with enough gusto to top the aggressive streak of poker’s game of hate-fed hatred as cowboys and outlaws found themselves to be together collected in these saloons without the preparations right to keep wounding the worst from a dying so fast and when so many were stopped so quickly in their life’s tracks being ‘offed’ with one bullet as within the realm of possibility in most of the occasions fits the shallow rage in character that would scrape by to survive even if it meant killing the one perceived as weakest of the lot, salt sand and that dirt of the ages melting with heat between your toes as you try towing the line through and past the boundaries used to train these people where to go and what to do when all of us are only just the few even if only for seconds at a time though it is the years which drain those wishing to achieve their ideas then run into trouble in both departments of impairment such as the overgrown hormones of youth that jerks off our beastly cravings without much provocation to those deviant fears hide behind masks of lies that disguise and flush the skin with pride for one’s sickness to combat getting sick again to pump the blood around the venial tracts of this organic mechanism surrounding our heart, and oh-what-a-feeling it is to be Here, kids… though this is not another narrative like any other written pieces of shit in hand or displayed before the eyes manipulating surprise in your mind to appear similar as the illusionary tactics followed since birth for many of us scraped off the shoe in a time of needy betrayals and unfit figures taking turns or letting go once things turned sour as milked wounds pushed onto burn over sparking nerves left to drag the dark past open to flame on charcoal balefires scalding those persons who were often women in ages comparable to those cultures now who were wrongfully condemned to be put down after being chased and hunted usually as a game played by the richest for sport while few of those skills were able to actually apply as those same distracted eras thought to have separated completely from medieval times are that wrong, and far from truth as though gods would say anything was deserving of painful punishments that could ensure that death wouldn’t be quick when it is a human hand which has to pull the body away to allow space for another execution to commence creating a commerce in romanticidal fears and a power over others turned into gold that squeezes lovingly into the pockets when the monster can constrain its veiny wisdom from becoming ‘was-dumb’ among all hassle and hustle and sleaze burning the fascinated extremity into light though there is often only ‘enlightenment’ to be had from either sides of the interactions as these stories playing out watching the world burn itself out in games with pain and principles of stalling the pleasure from ever getting off up and away as that slow death called ‘decay’ which afflicts as time allows, as many of our hellish narratives are often those self-generated contrivances and inconvenience of convincing grievances as the whole miasmatic hive infects the others connected by slight relationship only to the central root underscoring scholars as an ‘endarkenment’ devours all soon after deflowering many virgins of their sexual archa-ero-logistic shyness well-defined by the time period lived though also from the wildly fluctuating pheromones and hormonal harmonies as they too can offset the directions one chooses to move which counteract in the truth we search for that remains silence and ultraquiot until we find it even though none of their visions and rules and regulations can ever stay intact while they run the rest of the infested nests that share their versions of political awareness which can be none and still apply power as an aggression as ready for actions that the criminally-ignorant of so many issues don’t want floating on the outside there where whose eyes see our indifferences difficult to swallow Here…

Thanks, khet.