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…What’s gone sour…

…extragenital type outcome a blur to behold yet not hold onto as memory slips from one moment to the next neon gratification thrill built up to previous time wave versions of myself compelled to forge a way then the will and confidence slip deeper than floating moments passed by momentum thrusting forward toward that great unknown destination yet further still nations away from existing in harmonic vibration literally if not figuratively in a spectrum of extremes as much as other creatures be allowed to flourish not always understanding what consequences lay ahead as paths close in as wave functions collapse, out of that superfluity drifting even outside that vastness called space layers of potential variables liars in wait surveilling cosmic winds sometimes pulled in by stars Here as material picks our bones clean of the meat that could be harvested we as a camp of reticent critics and contrarians gathering in a slow swell to cannibalize the proceedings as the bigger fish always do without compromise and with minimal expression of intent just as any other predator efficient and honed in on a single-minded purpose hoping that cunning can apply to our current conundrum beating consistent ‘conform or die’ rhythms, pulsing through the bandwidths and wavelengths connect us to higher planes of function perhaps because we do not know with heads firmly conflicted by asses in seats assessing the situation with bleak filters on a low-set tolerance for bullshit or sales rhetoric conflicting us yet further still sometimes to darker places to hit wrong as long as we allow ourselves to retrieve the inner child to act like babes in the woods lost until we are ravished and our blood feeds the soil darker still for these years go by so unafraid of twisting us in such awful ways played… as games we shun being played by others who build terror and tension in equal strands of threatening haste implied copy and paste emotions officiating over real ones accumulating as a counterpoint flushing past a wall unseen except by those whose experience dictate and register such discoveries before others in the material universal finding stable footing while beings versus a psychic leak doing its best to emit vital fluids and knowledge into the abyss that stares back light siphoned off by these portals as eyes to view from some unknown conscious dimensional precipice shielding us from what we truly see, in the Out There just as watery as the internal oceans that shift the tides within our very souls that fetch individuality out of the bin as a successful saving grace affected by some kinds of being unfettered by our concepts as much as we by theirs for us existing just outside conscious peripherals hopefully never going feral or critical trying to attack with reckless behaviors from alienist suspensions of disbelief that we build conceptual structure on top of without question really applying to sort out by virtue of compare and contrast for all things that contradict us without fail, trying to assume a deeper understanding than humans might actually be capable of Here as come the multitudinous options for opinion to form its own shapes many points of conjecture in the wheels of mechanized platonic concurrence vibrating just enough at the same resonances to alter responses from the creatures attuned to them searching for a more harmonious relationship with the universal concepts perhaps Here is the only place that is possible in the safety and comfort of what we have derived from natural sources straining remains untainted fatalistic conclusions gathering storm of steaming heaps leaps weird wild bounding onward…

thanks, khet_:/