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…Latin is not dead…

…poetic myth-making for the sake of face saving features previously laying waste to entire civilizations like a meteor striking down dinosaurs with righteous fury and a primordial cleansing doing what it does to hasten on ways that will come next to subversively pollinate the overlapping realms where these powers that be hold sway over beast and plant alike no matter an amount of resistance displaced by the beings who think they are in charge of this space as holding in our hands those wishes and shit produced balancing an abstract scale of equal weight mythic poetry trying to seek of others some kind of equality between concepts and their conveyance among people who contain differing rhythms of interpretation to allow for alternate sequences with consequential patterns tangling altogether without a pause of mercy, a lost nomad thirsty in the desert of the real becoming really reflective of human cruelty as it seizes us in crisis without a solution of immediate relief that we can command as a reflex memory or seething angst that will not rectify through normal means of prostrating oneself before those thought to know better but can betray total social trust held high by the powers we believe in through the edifice of faith resembling an orifice of artifice that allows decadence as dense as destiny to prevail over our more idealistic wheels set spinning still as we cannot conquer our own syrupy sadness sweet to the taste of ones seeing delicacy instead, wanting a new skin to wear around camouflaged in order to walk amongst those none the wiser for it being capable to prepare a whole different identity with the application of masks mimicking mortal movements to create a presence drawing upon core energies that validate this persona as we search on for our true names to unlock some frame of mind to supplicate ourselves to greater forces that may not even be aware of our individual instance of being Here… resurrected fervor fads and fashions can establish advancements on circuits of thinking never discovered before this moment of trying to fit all these things back into their respective boxes caught and catalogued before they are broken to their constituent parts to then finally be resurgent forms returned to the source through destructive contortions alerted to the subtle war within as consumed artifacts under heat wither and burn a token now lost to sleep again in an afterlife of dream, somnambulist sailing streams of silence internal squirm through the densest flesh as god has to commit to reality which means mortality given a sense of what machine it moves using all appendages available in this suit pursuing happiness or a learning curve that won’t quit you teaching oblivion and bliss as an ablyss in equal leisure its pleasure your endeavor to seek without draining snakes of all their seminal venom projected onto others without taking responsibility for what has been produced as corrosive solution solving though solvent enough to giving chrome the happy ending of a polished shine, killing off all the swine Here as squalid conditions continue to push us down to gutter level due to the psychic storm constant and whirling just inches from our heads spraying blood sweat and years through the meat grinder still at it in various states of grim dark traditions with obscured beginnings deriving power from an atrocity engine beneath the surface of our culture under pressure to perform as any other machine meant for death to polarize the populace occult activity collecting ritual proofs for submission to less defined entities whose names cannot be known by us…

thanks, khet_:/