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…a Stigmata of sweat…

…what fragments sprinkled throughout these myths like guiding lights for thoughtful beings to utilize to find their way through this darkness vast and unfathomable from lone and vulnerable parts of a greater struggle it feels, when the pressure and tension build to such a point that few things seem possible let alone plausible where running away seems the only choice to preserve as sanity that gives in to conflict too easily when the coward within speaks in one’s own voice to convince you otherwise from courage to face the fears that present themselves as obstacles in the path that one explores on their own, and we are so often disappointed for as much as we wish support to be there it never seems to arrive when we want it during the most overwhelming of situations… passed the presence that gives us something to look forward to when staring into the darker world that tries to judge and forsake us by our own admission to prove that sharpened point to skewer the sorts who are determined not to get stuck or struck behind the gaseous legions that compartmentalize this dread through manipulating fear concepts that trigger the inner struggle slowing down functional awareness while escalating the overwhelming frustration, still born to toil through laborious retreat into something rather than nothing that harbors an urge perhaps creative or critical when that shadowy motion holds anchored to goals interpreted within the collaboratory spinning and flipped distinctly filtered through a dervish fury with separate values for each indivisible individual sent into the pitch and bent rough and irregular through the currency of shapes and patterns Here, mechanisms to cope as in differing levels of faith in stirring us thoroughly enough to beings confused and co-founded by the crass attitudes closed minds we foster in ourselves to the extremes as they burst forth more than project onto others a ransom rage as it heats up the tensions between us when seeking things that make sense contrary to a modest gain utilized to free oneself instead of fellow prisoners ensnared by birth in this systemic violence rendering all points moot as merely exists Here as reference… dreams hover over us while we sleep feeding them our living energies in preparation for the alternate to this life occurring perhaps one at a time or altogether at once rupture that some have called a rapture capturing our imaginations in the jars collecting the stardust shining while leaving the mortal bodies to pass as human through the mechanical sphincter, questioned as one passes the threshold to earn our just rewards from the string hanging inches out of reach sold theories of how this world works properly even though we are considered property by those whom made us, yattering the reckless words out to our enthusiasm in learning turned obnoxious gimmick among fleeting ghosts Here before they vanish ultimately evaporating before our very eyes left alone in our thoughts to chug through the rot in sacred places that defiles our curiosity into commodity we try to harness like a witch or warlock even if we only have fragments from stray stories dread authorities who only wish for us to comply without looking for the hidden treasures that come with life… still the beating solid flowing liquid gassed up into those plasmatic thoughts we confuse with a higher groundskeeper of heaven cutting the lawn manifested by clouds, another version of ourselves that is better than those we try to be over Here, better this hell than a falsely-perfected concept that excises our heads while exorcising our spirit selling out our souls…

thanks, khet_:/