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Metemorphic

shades of the seasons in ablyss-full sleep washes over us all in the oceanic fucking bliss of womb the sea of souls perceptible as other people opening though are hell to get through in sensing the truth of which one seeks or needs to stay safe in stable cure created to permeate the cosmic ethers as substantial to few that know well the ways by paths tread by iconoclastic dreads and fettered idle hands leaping from the frying pan into the fire causal caustic casualties casting abrasives faces with traces of crass words upon their lips too hip to care at all when gossip stalls the cause all eggshells and friendless fails a lesson learned fraught with peril at every step the crap-blasted comedy of that pale horse ride gone forgetful by frightened vast mass exposed at an early age sin when the game utterly changes for good or worse than the topics that force us to behave the truths in which is excluded half evidently sought begging from candidates that cannot wait to hate their way to the tops popping oh-so slightly urgency fervently so subtly easing the agency into senses of senility a decay downward spiral shape for those who just give in to everything without the thinking required Here of all places, except when exempt from most to although predefined the stereotype holds no anchoring value to a foundational fundamental proof that life is fair or more than one affair after the other becomes as the stranded sailor on voyages where scars linger longer than expected to find once the tattooed mind is left alive to deal with their choices each different situation fused to the design and likeness of awareness though from bullshit there is no escape when unexpected kick in the face splashes the feces a little further toward disgrace from those who care little for respect from the lesser game played for keeps once all bets are in then it is the righteous fun that can begin proving one another wrong in breaking rites of compassionate dialogue displayed by others whose words might contradict sense as logical nonsense to the extent that nothing clear can be pulled from the wreckage of metaphor revealed as trash truth unique to who as the conversation yields no absolutes to be true or false so it must be a topic of inconsequential reality netted in the deceptive webs of relevant discussion relaxed very easily by the toss akin to of the pun or better to lighten with bright shards of fire badly lit by desire and a wild wish to give, but these are details nonetheless received as lived in as abstracted absurd bedlam observed as true one can only say is opinion stinking and fetid unrelenting stench curled around a pus-filled scar scraped and then marked with thoughts and decisions which only made the battle with the weight of conscious worth worse off than when ever it started controlling function as filter for the shady sort of evil without love as good things readily accept ‘evol’ with love as that is the natural evolution to the interwoven cycles of life knocking about cataclysms through time with impermanence that raises the levels of intrigue higher to drowning as the politician’s dawning awareness of an obsolete necessity for their services becomes all-too crystal too high on the hobby horse to need others while unaware… ignorance the infectious defense is a small army which will and always does penetrate through all orifices toward destruction of the targets thuggish buggish nanotech-nil-ogy trying on purpose the killing of these impetuous human scum swallowing the mother while wallowing in the miserable inevitability of corruption wrapping a tight coil around that world population’s throat to hold hostage the mutant creature we have become as a reptilian demon crudely placed where they could present the most lethal of hostilities groomed to cause unseen threads of manipulating ley-lined strings connected at the places conducive to movement for an insurgent villain grift to follow and distract, countries kill and die over their nihilist national identity which neither represents the ant- nor protagonistic force alone but a combo of the few “winning” traits we all share by genetic strands swaying us in the solar winds until baked to death by our ecological retardation creating pockets a bit too underdeveloped in this world soon causing other forces to be unleashed like elder gods older than the periphery by which they wander around us as a burglar waiting for a moment’s weakness to strike out affixing defiant traits to tiny minds capable of holding the theories only the shadow knows as inner child of a subconscious cosmos alive yet dreaming, and in this existence we cannot escape so easily as one-two-three even though there are rituals that can make reaching out to those new dimensions simpler when a regime of discipline is followed and used to sharpen the dense tissue of the hardened shell come to life by the universal hum making solid beauty the slipperier when wet and disappear altogether when the wet becomes too hot evaporating and dissipating into the atmosphere where it will then become a frozen core of energy potential slowly turning around as it thaws pushed along by the gathered weather in whose winds become water vapor again and drop to the floor of the well as gravity takes the malleable self in this form back to hell utilizing that gathered…

Thanks, khet.