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the insulted extinguish anguish exsanguinating of simplest harmonies quite differently it would seem to lead to friction subtle motions replace us by impeding and to some extent impressing we who move without a thought to whom gets a bit more damaged than the rest of us, trails of icy ghosts who inhabit the lives of mere children with eyes of an experienced adult raging against the cold change that occurs when all is feeling lost and vague an attack on the human condition as we all do it to each other in this odd course of give and the takes we return to keep others in subjecting people under a control as much as the bloodless mob mentality can without some form of product that creates repercussions of reflected behavior in the mirrors our faces represent to be sure that some things are so certain that they cement in the means to an end no matter somehow unpleasant Here amidst the debris that crumbles before our very eyes as though we could never turn to dust, but to dust even the statues represent to us a history going nowhere fast as guts and things don’t seem to matter as much until after the facts have been in fact trussed up to look like us in flesh and bone droning copies of the same concept we call ‘god’ though we have no knowledge only faith in a certainty that even questions itself at times requiring that change of pace to keep the balance electrified like a fence one need to defend themselves from or the consequence could be a stir crazy laziness that defies us in all directions without finish until we are to each individual reach that dead end where  in which we all soon know each other as we become the cosmos all-seeing in eyes that don’t breath or breed as there is no need to propagate the species now that we are at a halt then with eyes and senses everywhere but no judgments to create echoes of infinite doubts passing back and forth as quickly as mercury will allow us to visualize the temperature going up or down even faster as the electromagnetic fields permit this dot of consciousness to not get lost in the murky depths of darkness that we may define as a hell or for some a heavenly quiet… though i would beg to differ on that one only to chime my true blue two senses without relent that we are not wholesomeness, but merely impotent spectators in this cycle of drama slipping in circadian rhythms and quotidian drifts of piss and shit we think of as our lives as this ‘god’ is not built up in cleanliness much like the wilderness we once thought demonized or demonic or satanic even though these are all concepts invented and invested by human beings being utterly contradictory in their beliefs and settling as long as no one questions these fretted over aspects of what it means to be a human doing nothing but finding ways to escape ourselves when we try to peek beyond the edges that drag us through terrible decisions made worse if we do not succumb to the mind-numbing perspective of others, letting it brainwash and sterilize us to no end of layered access to meanings we may try to pretend didn’t really mean anything even though it all seems to become more explicit material built up to incredible heights we have no chance of fathoming while Here playing those masked games that kill us each one at a time or altogether doesn’t matter once timESPace compresses in endless boxes as particles which constitute this universality we may label a consensual reality madness…

Thanks, khet.