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‘to survive in the time of corona’…the renaissistance 2020…part Deux

what can one measly point of view say about the world in flames with trumped up charges lethargically-blaming the people for their own hate when heat and fury of rasping coffin lids closing seem as infectious if not ask quiet the grooves of the ornate and gilded frames of the weightless grams in digitally-conveyed animated faces blinking prettily and seductively as if we were touching through as many screens with death grins smiling?… i face the same swarm of itchy unwashed wasting as a good variety of our populaced-and-interwoven as fear gets to be a panic-driven mind killer breathless yet screaming out for more distractions to ventilate that sickness inherent since earlier plagues became of us a parasite we have grown so used to being evacuated from house and home where the heart is hollow and superficial rhetoric though still a beating island organ an isolated strong though still undiscovered try at understanding a complicated tissue that drums through our souls this unabated vibration that freakishly dissolves under pressures of time, gravity, and age assuaged through some lessons of mistake and success that linger in memory’s fading ghost as perhaps perfected after image so selflessly thrown together by circumstances not as apparent to the threatening conception conceived and heaved over by our young lovers charming each other through restless pain and pleasured gestures captured like bugs in jars and as live as any our denatured creature frothing for oxygen eroding our breathing apparatus with the similar gasping and coughing as those licentious contortion underpinning sexual wresting of control from one roused part or pieces of puzzling psycho-sensual stimulus packages behind eyes that stare reflecting upon that severed tendon seized thus murdered into place by the adulterated states of satisficing individual behaviors when we could just lust target and please our own damned selves out of certain hated conflicted benediction that religious divisions a divisive crippling affliction bent upon razing humanity and passion for its own smug snarky selfishness… but i do digest as we all do in that wave of distressed drowning viewed a conceptual holy see that none truly sees even though everyone seems to partake as much participate in that wage slayery making dead a slightly selfless slave cog of us all under of all things unsettled that dollar bill we’ve already bought back without realizing what we’re getting for it as minor trade for the terror that halves our brain bringing us back to feature more creatures and critters than we have reasonable or logical capacity for coerced concerted skirts and habits the habitat for fetish and shamanic possession broken pacts between cthulhu pazuzu and zuul as wanderlust corpses aimless for the countdown to a backwash and brain-dead distinct extincture like we’ve only seen within history books and dreamed of in nightmare scenarios, and all the while that fluidity passes in and out of your tainted simplistic gooey places broken by harm done to all in variable mistakes made and manufactured by dysfunctional systemic infections of the grotesque and blatantly sycophantic solipsism drawn a little bit closer to the edge of the world’s sorest spot where the fear and hate flow so freely that rage distorts words abstracted among of all wreckage the human endeavor encrypted in whatever it means to be this thing constantly mutating and exotic decrepit derelict servile unit succor and suffering upon meaning replied to as implicitly hidden behind excess of access to dementia opening these dimensions alternating with time and space freely dissecting the conflicts as the dust of instinct settles on the scholarly academic gravest of watermarks carving reality from the clots of material-physical and psycho-radio-active electromagnetic pulses united though bitterly succulent species a coarse course out of range for moving pictured targets getting farther from centered emotional compasses there encompassing a crouching creeping range of scorched earth calamities as we keep inflicting in our stupidity…

Thanks, khet.