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…sweet spot of Horrible…

…to wile like the coyote in chase of some road running form even though to catch up with the integrity says otherwise meanwhile in the fecal matters which reign down from the severed heavenly oft feigned surprise as the lies build to crescendo strength within tornado alleyways that caught the wind almost to hurricane effect desolate fingers upon the masses over which wave to and fro fumbles with being controlled by human forsaken skin puppets whose powers are nothing compared to nature’s wrath furious over those fast cunning creatures winning battles over taunt slaughtering each other somehow worse seeming curse than anything a weapon’s wounding could do to damage the honor one defends until dying breaths, wicked is the symptom for simpletons whom are privy to master plans being treatments for a cyclical core of microorganisms changing layers while allaying between the mind and body in affecting that bridge of these activities which connects them over lifetimes in emotions stirring up trouble where it was never wanted in that first place as case of its catering to the crude behavior is definite as the sliver of understanding that spreads creeping through suspicion as oblivious as the rest of us where the next hand out will come from as all of our good intentions seem tied-up with obligation and compromising situations to accumulate what would appear being havoc using humans to do the dirty work Here, moon children chaos born as those who walk behind the rows searching for righteous integrity that will not leave us abandoned by the forces of whimsy as that which happens when lurching like a heartbeat figures of authority hold less weight because of their broken corrupted or lack of moral compass inside of their chests and leaning into directly chosen sequences of constrictive intents affecting others through attempts at domination boiling beyond restraint circulating in fits of impulse that tragically submits one to dreaded cognizant dissonance gnawing as erosion at one’s soul… assurance of life and living as livelihood compelling the naive americans to penetrate the unknown to the point of a visceral clarity one cannot make unseen that defines itself through the minds of its hosts though never exactly on the same page as the rest of this blighted humanity searching out the next big thrills to spill not tea but rather oil all over creating crazy the rancid substance will cover to then ignite the whole situation as exasperating wildfire of unfortunate scintillation while doling out chaos as wartime virtue between people Here, because some of us are so dead set on being found dead in the water floating as any other corpse collapsing wave forms into functional absolutes even if that means certain doom laid to rest by ways of shadier contiguous actions that betray oneself and the animal traits sneakily lurking under deceit and manipulations hidden by selfish impulses that curtail all forward progress in humans to act as judge and executioner when it comes to such fiendish self-serving behavior attracting associations like insects drawn towards honey and vinegar relationships as an off-putting succulence to each other, pronouncing as a wizard casting out spells through the old world Latin turned English-speaking symbol set with absolute confidence in the words that submits sonic effects combined with ideas of meaning and intent and then you have divine utterances that anyone can emanate with all discretion of medieval ritual magic as allows one to summon in the aligning will of powerful forces all at once perhaps becoming a living portal or avatar for something larger in the Out There than one was expecting Here…

thanks, khet_:/