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…sleep is a great Unwielder…

…activity as the hive minds its own collaborative efforts, structure welded to function fraught with bandwidths and wavelengths spinning gossamer webs throughout this distortion of light and dark riding through cosmic universals as they could though dreamed of as forever absolutes, but this couldn’t be further from the truth when space condenses around the young mewling human into a fleshly portal to our realm Here what with all of the gore and viscera attached almost literally dripping to the floor… pieces part and partial creating the primary canvas we have to work with while Here inviting all attending physicians to the nuclear edges of non-fiction biology with a bespoke method from coitus to procreation that humans through merely interacting fusing together atomic patterns with each other’s genitals linked sometimes for the briefest of moments to send the whole process into the unknown for the next two parents that have donated their bodily waste to making another as themselves not better than any other pet lurking as all the liars in wait to see what master needs from this objectified creature requiring sustenance shelter and sovereignty, or of a lesser degree to dignity or respect from those looked to for guidance worse when they have no compassion and only negative expressions to reveal the damage hiding behind the human visage expecting no change that the violence will go on in another through whom the impressions have been made becoming more monster than the last jerk until it reaches a horrible end in some instances such as with examples being what they are in this most recent age where rage takes its toll as though higher goal to be sought after and larger body counts ideal to prove points with no value except in the forms of no fun raw power and the funeral rites transposed over memories when there are so many victims to be remembered always… when death strokes the locks the weapons are dropped for the keys are in those touches peculiar humans that are able to condition themselves through the acquired self-discipline that very few of us actually have because personal restraint is yet another key component to evolve to the extent perhaps of acceptance by other humans in the pack or tribe or at random trying to make friends even during traumatic events none of us ever expected to live through isolating thoughts trying to understand mercy or what it means to be a human doing, something anything to lurch through this existential crisis that has swallowed our civilization whole in one dying gulp before the light is burnt out by the creatures on other frequencies who only needed us as an escape and experiment and as receiver-transceiver of the various levels of message that get carved into the brainpan barcode style to show ownership over property even if our parents and caretakers couldn’t care less enough than to leave us to be consumed by the hounds and dogs of war as another storm of such energies is scouring what surface dirt we have left Here, a token for our fated exchange a shining sovereign souvenir given up to replace as weak substitute for enjoying the ride because once away the memories will start to fade though nothing compares to these joys so suddenly lost once one attains levels of growth manifested maturity by adulterated rites of passage indirectly remaining the same for one simple fantastic reason delivering to perfection the human experiment attacked by flawed creators defending its fiercest mutations of fact and logic performed by all manner of inductions deductions and reductions speaking in absolutes…

thanks, khet_:/