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…doom-annoyeds of the Heap…

…a sour piece of flesh work tenderizing meat through maggot therapy as we assault the senses of sensibility as delicious pieces pass through our mouths tantalizing disintegrating portions of that sanity we think holds us afloat upon the leagues of variables that slosh to and fro along with the pulls of a societal gravity weighing the guilt of our souls against what it feels as of collective front carried by some head honcho who thinks they control the lot of us through coercion and various manipulations kept hidden from those who would make lasting impressions of foul power which does consume no few dictatorial fascist tyrants trying to prove of their worth to a world that will not have them, reform or redemption after climbing so high with only self value mattering most over so many gathered at that mountain’s edge attempting to assess the upward ascent as though it were plausible for all to access the summit of death holding a breath still in your throat as though like a plunge underwater crippling in its frozen temperatures enough to paralyze and debilitate the unwary to whom most of the illusions are consumed and regurgitated in projectile vomit of one’s morality upon the rest of us in large swaths of change spreading the disease, searching for the cat-ass-trophy garnering the most credibility against obscurity for which there is no security Here no way not at all the same as the maze was when we first entered of our own freedom of choice though easily manipulated to some extent that we cannot account for in this life alone especially as some of us do the work of trying to find a partner in crime whether literally or figuratively is plausible either way and with whatever company you think you can keep without going the slightest bit mad from the very real struggle we all go through while transported Here for some vague purpose we must acquire on our own as well… in space being a final frontier while time tethers us to the background from nature’s atmosphere into the breathing room we require as caged individuals trapped by our decisions while we are able or are capable of seeing how we might change those values writing the wrongs a little bit at a time to flush the various in vogue images that carve out their own fascist fashion to begin the process of scraping away the debris of diversity for the conformity fitting the label of ‘normal’ though malign as such in the sequence of all things Here, where mystery causes apprehension for those choosing not to go further down a chosen pathway another circuit saved for as other persons explore what it means to be this human to a fault somehow raw and fragile we seek sense-making stable anchored points established for us to even attempt leaving our comfort zones as we seek others to join us on our quest for purpose or pursuit of happiness unexplained by the forces at work crossing the streams of this undercurrent taping this universal rhythm together through dream as it becomes a type of material real that beings seem to take for granted because we can do this most times without a streak of guilt crossing our minds, and sorting out what works as a utility for a thoroughly unassuming juxtapose between this and that as extrudes the best of all our traits untainted by the walls of ignorance we must press on through to find another side to whatever situations being a possible space inside of our heads then found distinctly inhabited…

thanks, khet_:/