…indie…Jest…shun…
…shunned by a protective prophylactic sense of nature in humanity when it is rubber we are glue yet still extracted from the humans refusing to care for us, many a stunted growths that you cannot say the carcinogens don’t blossom from the meat of our bodies collecting particular debris as we pass from place to place condemned by our own self doubt in our all-too fragile journeys too many of us have problems baring the weight of society on our shoulders Here unprepared for all that comes next to infest us with diametrically opposed energies that still exist upon the same spinning plate as those other topics being juggled, trying so hard to accomplish what others cannot because of having been pushed to such a state of distress and nervous motion… twitching in our collective seat electrified by the characters we meet and greet in this walking living being doing things that usually go against the grain though some of us have been reduced to a gluten free existence from those prior phases of life where so much the bountiful harvest of agricultural process makes us mass produce allergies as well especially while nostalgia from sickness leaving strains all throughout what materials reduce into our lives while Here, having needed so many others to help us along the way that when it finally stops how are we to keep obeying the orders of spooky action at a distance for which the commanding voice is placed and imprinted upon one’s consciousness so it cannot be avoided ever whether ringing clear as a bell utilizing the internal monologue to capture attention acting as mimic or vacant impulse forming a trajectory as it goes along unyielding to anything crossing its direction toward satisfaction whatever form of conclusion that might take, enforcing that forced portion of doubt that makes us mistake trying to see beyond plausible fears that filter through our heads in some sense establishing courage to apply energy to possibly escape these hooks attaching onto all-too retarded brains of reason and logic as are tethers to acknowledging what we cannot understand without other pieces to compare and contrast against sometimes creating coveted antagonism emitted from resistance managing to spark a curiosity that leads to the novel discovery of unknown experiences only conceivable otherwise from imaginary realms pushing relevant social items to that conscious surface are realized as alternate levels before that initial spark of inspiration fades… subverted divergent social identities will create irreconcilable differences between individuals that cannot replicate what dictates as spoken words our hardships to us our consciousness through patterns difficult to sight with naked eyes unfiltered when growth through conflict is the ontology of the wrong state of things whereas the “right” state of things would be free of those dialectics of conflict as neither system nor contradiction, this normalization of such issues as some natural progress toward a universal truth does not prevent conflict from being used as an ideology to justify various forms of domination and subjugation in attempts to command powers between any groups of ethical or moral certitude thrust into differing types of integrity as well aggression are then turned into unflushable turds sent floating like an upper-decker to surprise and disgust the curious, those with enough imagination and ability to reshape their escape choose in doing so to pursue the exit that very few of us ever find Here without sacrificing our loving sources of personal freedom matching those patterns as we’ve seen applied to assertive leadership all-too-soon corrupted selfish demanding those who refuse over any other better interests should never have any choice…
thanks, khet_:/
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