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…silence ov thoughts…

…passing the ghost like the passing of gas to perceive the specters of analysis as odorous phantasms of flatulence escaping this organic machine and its impulses sometimes set on stun other times kill in order to fill the space with some sense of consistency rather where an interjection of sympathy appears more labile commonality than those extremely rare instances of community to stay true in any single form forever, this would seem impossible no matter how plausible generally to the naked mind that seeks answers as occipital occasions arise job well done seeking validation for those answers found after the journey compels us forward with steps mislaid against regions of compulsion to ward away the exercises of futility making connections between pockets of information restored once resorted to punctuate the quiet empty that sits gap-toothed grinning, spinning yarns and tall tales of forces prevailing whom fight opposing courses of interest convinced it is the only way to work when with no ideal gas laws we find the grain against us Here instead to defend as the stink of it all makes our collective eye water and drip drip though without an official record bolstering a dense burden of proof as evidenced truth destined to manifest somewhere somehow beyond measure with what few instruments and weak imagination we have at our disposal in order to filter through as many false positives as possible while keeping a plausible distance from the experiment in its rawest of incarnations… finding keen ability to sort out any variable to make it a point of focus in holographic fragment of the larger view to the universe and everything comprised of it as humans constantly categorize and condense the wheels of cycles in motion as one shifts from being on to off the task proper reducing our clarity to narrow down understanding to nearly a microscopic limit at a time when reduced sizing gets us vastly powerful supercomputers in our pockets in stark contrast with what is recollected from more ancient times in deed and damage, soldiers and warriors alike scan their whore eyes on the prize and glory vindicated away from perceived enemies viewing back the same if not a doubled enmity caused as opposed forces lock sights with each other simultaneously as though were synchronized or predestined to occur as in the stories we all know about haranguing a conflict with the resolutions thusly created to bulwark the schemes of the dreamers with corollary propositions amongst that posited which follows easily from proof of another proposition an exotic degenerate matter that needs our attention, more than just in saving face with our peers after feeling the pressure to perform better than average energy allows in coagulating dramas that appear to the untrained eye as lazy indolent or slacking off in actual integrity or self respect sailing through the holy seize while searching for reasons to validate existing like this in modes bestial and atrocious questioning the vitality lodged in our minds alone unable for the better to transmit vague impressions while trying to get more clever at reading people and their body language even if it is true silence is my second language interpreted by the body more so sincerely than any words of truth could socially reduce us to a severe lacking in character as much compassion that trends Here with the whim of a kill economy where we’re all so free as martyrs on parade awaiting our fates individually as worse aims become fulfilled by deleterious obsession with how efficient functionality can make kill switch click that much harder the final fatal error…

thanks, khet_:/