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…spooky action at distance…

…everything is a snapshot of loss that somehow tears at the very emotional core relative to our general sensitivity to existence Here home of unpredictable forces constantly working for as much a model of standards used against us, membranes to pass through and sometimes down the rabbit hole of wandering echoes from the past as though slashed wrist rusting with bloody behaviors romanticized by a suicidal instinct that carries us without fear beyond the corridor of reality into what may be deemed as dreams, gone too crooked for some to hang onto without the proper accessories helping a traveler find footing where there is none climbing on as much crawling in amidst the tokens left by characters already lost in this forest of extremes while enraged fighting with personal series of manifestations created and maintained Here all throughout our lives sometimes caught under foot of more gigantic personas whose intent is to get larger still by far a person becoming myth… entity a spooky sense of solid banality whimsical when there can be no whimsy traversing this desert of the real as caltrop conformity cuts into our feet as we attempt searching for some quantum of solace while managing the entangled messes that our lives inevitably become once indoctrinated into the various ways which we are rendered helpless even if only in our own minds being localized variations of the patterns imprinted so far, so good so what we have hear listening closely for any good news that will not act as bad noose hanging us out to be thrown under the short bus while the wheels go round and round all throughout towns crushed by what seems normal paranoia doubts and anxiety maintaining such boundaries now as nervous down and out denizens to deal with in a society that so very few of us get to understand a real purpose if we cannot impose one for ourselves somehow, collapsing the static that builds fields of specialty within variants deviants and mutants alike yet are so different between the seasons of reason and logic that permeate this realm touching on all things both alive and inert while quantum states within a quantum system utilize local theory to apprehend results without arresting all forms of experience that could derive from the parts of research leading to a greater whole of certainty juxtaposed as knowledge placing pieces where there are gaps… to see beyond that repetitive series by the insanity of trying we are subjected to over time while sometimes assaulted compelled as much captivated as we witness a distinct diet this creates for us of disparaging difference for others have made fun of being accepted their mob mentality reading too much into quest for validation in becoming so villainous by default because of doing what others have told you, and deferring the moments as they spin spin sugar and gossamer around concepts humans can barely grasp at all let alone imagine with any kind of synchronicity that remains a relevant type of subversive display holding reins left powering any of those currently that become wave form weaker still cannot collapse function the same way without renewed energies casting in their lots with the mindless murderers at large who in some way are serving the vanity that only makes us think we’re better than those we never know, so slow in figuring out remedies for what systemic resets are required to re-calibrate whatever trials and troubling tribal-atrophying effects of this major mojo voodoo fascism hastens with each step pausing cautiously by increments while engaging in this motion swirling slaying blending obscenities…

thanks, khet_:/