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…uncomfortably dumb…

…a difficult place to find oneself when everything surrounding seems sinister or oppressive to seek a new lease on life becoming instead a leash that ties us to anchored points on a conscious map only visible with enough distance between source and destination especially sheltered within a world of knowledge with little recovery from a broken prophylactic edge visited upon the tragic corpse of an innocent humanity whose remains stay torn between worlds of war and peaceful pieces of dreaming that perhaps show us where we would only choose to go leading others each to their respectively chosen preferences through our lessons of trial and error placed in judgment of true character, a stoic short on thought who might resemble a crate of wisdom but fails to relate mistaken steps that lie underneath the robes like veils unlocking layers couched in the loins of the oppressor deeming only their portions of knowledge worthy acknowledging to savor and recall though will not write it down those conceptual analyses so confusing that others may benefit from what an archive of such things represents given the shape of how time changes when there is no clock on wrists or walls Here to refer to because if time is not an object then therefore we cannot observe it as such, it becomes a paradigm where everything intrudes on some frequency and all variables are with us in parallel pressures that emit a faint signal sent through the weaving strands that bind us together as astral tether to the rest of the grand sequence in motion whether we achieve a greater vision forward or not spanning beyond the static of feeble chatter and gossip that never matters to voice a different aspect than ones we might find integral to ourselves even though this may remain long after me or we are done as the individual-versus-group dynamic evolves past that classically-trained tension of tradition that spawned us into existence in the first place as useless chattel about to be shaped before self awareness has a chance to occur… the vibes rotten when the children come out too spoiled to then be sheltered and technically safe yet somehow objectified by what amounts to imperfect parental status symbolizing an initial authority to the dependent infantile form thus created working hard not to contract a contrary case of affluent apathy despite differing versions of a society leaning on others to get the job finished less as a relevant aspect to a project than as biological mechanism basically programmed to complete specific tasks all-throughout are becoming the rituals that set our minds at calm to a point perhaps zen enough that an electric resistance causes the currency to be released into a place where freed is worth more than greed, cathartic extreme the bait for a spiritual trap engineered by fiends from the end of the story thinking through the void that they can manipulate this reality by tapping into ego weakness to strengthen their forces behind us while attaching with the persuading threats cannon fodder martyrdom to all creatures as we act out these predetermined roles that sacrifice is noble in bleak melodramatic dioramas of trauma lessons that never seem to lessen the damage done even once the dark catalyst is gone transmogrified into a different form that can easily be surmised to leave a shadow or stain on one’s soul inspiring the worst echoes from any psychic wound that refuses to heal, manifested by invested callous mistreatment destroying our trust as those early animals freshly escaped out of the red rooms without a view where nature nurtures nightmares…

thanks, khet_:/