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…and Jesus swept…

…very few have the skills to match their attitude as crude as it may get it seems to this atrophied person succumbing to the numbing gravity of society’s orbituary are classically-cliched cliques that have repeated in cycles in circles all throughout millennia as we wander terrestrial quanta of reality upon this island earth as absurd and heathenly as opposed to heavenly on this plateau can ease of use ever be the truth interfacing against the rapid reduction of humanity into concepts that may or may not apply as the cases all differ in range scope and depth so as one size could never fit all abstractions deducing loosely the ideals as they function to flex collectively these dense statements reflecting the saluted oblivion wrapped in a human visage exciting the locals out of so routine beliefs built up over time and experience toward confidence these actions will not fail, stale ashen figures that arrest the sincerest among us for what is believed to be delinquent opinion used to frame in such a way as to prevent alternate visions after the facts of wasted omission defaulting to behavior that makes us all assholes for allowing it to make sense to the rest of us whom do not know anything true but pointed statements making a stalemate proper out of contrived notions that all float Out There as we all will one day because for today we are ideas given flesh not to be taken as granted but rather as the gift it can become once reaching out of this damaged shell for halcyon displacement of time and effort, and perhaps this graduation will become more than a far off insight into future contexts unknown until death defending much more fragile souls than we from the narrowed holes people dig for us when we come out the metaphorical wrong way to begin with as though this means we should change as if nothing good could ever come from this manifestation of the ideal into something more than merely a solid grip on reality as everyone else sees it from some abstract distance irrelevant to everyone else Here using loaded words and terms to excuse whatever random eclipse of the soul possesses those rare of us toward murder and the like viewing depravity in a totally different sight than any number of others as rusting trust turns to dust from which dreams and dramas are stacked onto each other regardless of weight and heft risking collapse… what seed planted has given us such a bestial visage that may not apply to future versions of this havoc-inducing representation we might label humanity in a way that gives it positive accreditation but one cannot so easily sweep under the rug to avoid until it becomes a larger task to defeat through will alone leaning into the vibrations one receives from the actions of others whose choices might seem one way even though ulterior motive can be masked like a scent heavier enough to overpower the other, descent into fathoms deep of creeping essence filtering as fog through caverns of the mind as we divulge the detail of being captive within this skin mighty yet fragile symbiosis set upon insisting on helping itself having to learn how to serve hive in order to survive somehow because no one is your keeper except for oneself Here in pits more expansive and expensive than only money or love created to help ourselves adapt better to a cruel world, shattering expectations we have only to clean up after the party leaves us feeling perhaps lonelier Here than ever before…

thanks, khet_:/