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…Villainarian…

…like a canary in the coal mines we are suspended in darkness or near total grim dark depending on the route one takes to get through this consequence of behavior as debris we can refuse becoming a collateral damage to the harsh effects nature has upon us clotting our streams of serene thought collectively stopping up the works as one at a time succumb to illness whether being in service to disease or somehow finding oneself obliged to morbid curiosity as pondering on mortality weighs heavily on folks Here attempting the best of all possibilities to assume control even if it were just to mean command no matter how this is acquired, between antagonist and protagonist there are only people with problems struggling to solve them as purity of components no difference placed together to create a different substance than when they first got on board in this boring kingdom one might call out with vague might as ‘boredom’ confusing ourselves further with terms such as anti-hero or anti-villain for that matter to spin this cycle into even more frustrated criticisms out of people who do not and will not know any better than the exaltation of the unknown to greater heights than previously fathomed because of us being such complex larval creatures as our minds can drive us to contemplate what this means but often find ourselves distracted to the point of failure in what we choose to pursue, as though nothing could ever be any different than that force for success shifting down a gear fomenting stress upon a most elementary layer of struggle keeping us all in check on task even when realizing we know nothing else beyond some organic masquerade of adventure barely scratching the surface among the more gruesome features as self-doubt lingers its fingers over where the skin breaks easily to the touch of this madness spurring desperation Here unlike other states of being without this kind of sensitivity flaring up and outside the realms of acceptable intensity as with sudden overwhelming source of inflamed disdain… disappointment rides high as the equivocal compositional nihilism objectifies spinning intricate gossamer traps wholes without proper parts because existence is only proven when the assumption that composite objects do not as another seed of discord falls from the world tree to raise up a new invasive species of independent human doing instead of the being we have been trying to achieve since forever ago when the more material aspects of this gift of life were quite focused within the physical as experimental nature turns down on this pathway, to renew the circuit and currency to more efficient tools savored for their utility while dealing with postprandial somnolence on feasting days gone the ways through whatever luxuries we can find Here without jagged consequences dealing us an awful hand in this game play deciding to pass until another round when advantages may be taken and liberties assessed as personalities are always coming and going amongst these essential circumstances difficult to surmise and condense into truths of varying degree, never prepared for when we first get Here as development needs to take its time to achieve the best results as much requiring decent enough mentor figures in order to complete a basic education whether academically or in the streets there is no optimal classroom as in supportive set and setting that allows for a child hopefully any child the ability to have confidence in what they think they understand even though maturity stands in at some point gradually along the lines used as localized rule of thumb Here…

thanks, khet_:/