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…a perverse imp Lies…

…implicated in the swift bereft despise you seek Here from the weak and calloused faces that have collected before your feet humbled by the skill with which you are great in this time and will be greater still as time moves forward along a path you have no idea will be yours to walk until you get there from Here, able to make mistakes as steps of was-dumb getting to expert level of a wisdom unknown though once the threshold is crossed the doorway shall close for there is no way back only through the negative expressions revealed in the mirror that society has become reflecting back on the user any forms of interface thus chosen when given the option paralysis inflicted upon the multitude amidst the grand guignol of consumer behaviors feeding the algorithms that bares our scripts and signatures for public scrutiny as social blast furnace for ideas to be purified from harshest criticism, to say art exists in a world of honesty where science once occupied a space of frivolity and falsehood in an age not long from ours today whereas the sentiment portrays in effect the fear and dread of medical horror that gives rise to an easy deception becoming weaponized leverage form used as a weight of pressure to move us in the “right” direction as we begin to collect experiences while on this voyage so treacherous when only riding in a human vessel such as this… naturalism is to horror as an introduction to the unmasked brutality of contemporary culture to which we all find our lives in parallel to the raw shapes that evoke attraction and repulsion sometimes in those same such breaths that it would take to scream out the agony and ecstasy that permits us tending to extremes of dire stress and complication, stinging turns of phrase utilized to lash out as loaded pistol whip that strikes with such sadistic ferocity that the feral instincts take over what would have been the victim into becoming bloody victor victorious as a battle continues to shred esteems of value placed on one’s head like crown or halo perhaps boosting the ego and confidence to the point of cruel antagonism justifiably wagered against more virtuous abilities to command, but in what form to function at this juncture in life because it brings up questions of our existence in the farther flung future than even we realize is possible from this standpoint now Here looking for some guiding lights that aren’t dead or oppositional to overall progress borne onto our shoulders as chips to bet on a better tomorrow no matter how the odds stack in favor of one more day to see happen as dreams come true or collapse… you sought nothing more than this a freedom of choice from crawling to grave we all achieve through personal autonomy and discovery of our own unique antiquity as reason and logic fill in the spaces where sense is not made, and we perceive many more things than the newborn myopia had allowed us to see previous to this point in the melodrama that continues to this day as a way to escape the bleaker streets where poverty and pestilence reign supreme when nature swallows corrupted human scenes left to decay and wither, things scary and creepy that seem so fantastic from a superficial perspective can become the seeds for widespread creatures breaking through the standards held high enough for most unable to breach those territorial lines drawn though keeping all traffic out of the realm of possibility can be most difficult to say the least…

thanks, khet_:/