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…figures of Insensitivity…

…explos-civility cannot keep me from haranguing you with these terms and rules that might have been just now made up to fit the jigsaw puzzle pieces of flesh that fit inside of us like a good meal so filling and inviting of more good will or perhaps more of being taken advantage of small ways in a thousand cuts that slice and handicap our eyes and ears to offensive lacerations against our minds that drive us to find reasonable conclusions that make sense Here in the bowels of the crypt of this head finally taking account of an untold dread, that spreads and supersedes this everything expanding out before us model of doorsteps and thresholds away from greater portals feeding us whatever knowledge and information of various contained elements projecting holding patterns for these parts to take structural shape against the horizon outline conducting through the meta-immateria of the soul as a lens from which we can derive all manners signals and frequencies Here as our science allow us to pass through gateways never known before now isolating some into the faded past whose minds would be helpful in various junctures throughout our lives wandering this heathen earth in wonder, the sun is a star of cold dead light that burns our eyes so conflicted by what we have seen and will likely see shed revealing disguises instead of an actual hand behind the curtain leading to rescue from this cesspit strayed voices in the darkest reaches that scream of god as a cold dead light that sends our emotions and intelligence into hypocryphal tensions fricticious extensions stranger than fiction to breakdown and nervously takeover remainders the leftovers of a digestive nature as apocryphal tendencies toward hypocrisy when crisis cannot be avoided much longer through harrowing blight of the metaliminal… spaces within spaces that do not appear as though to take up any space no matter how large the containers can be perceived to be from the inside out allowing a completely different perspective than one going from outside in as like a stopband or band of frequencies that does not allow signals to pass in this metaphor acting as neutralizing force in the means of information conveyance whatever the medium presented Here though mostly wholly unscientific in this regard because my lack of appropriate logic and understanding as any other being feeling is predominant trait haranguing our hanging on, pathetic codependency to cod piece god rears its ugly head again in our blatantly appalled faces with some of us vomiting all at once with the horrors blank and bleak as the rhythm of the day teased to delight in the frequencies that abide by whatever has occurred Here as best we were able to hold their hand or achieve our rigamarole wracked with severe bouts and feats foolish to explain suppressing the passing repulsion can function into reductions of the most critical in nature without any real malice only questions left in the wake some atrophying sensibilities binding us, because together we are a force to be reckoned with full stop no jest the repressed put pressure to grow where flowers go to tribute in being caught by inevitable circumspect of interstitial curiosity what beauty parades of impossible image will evolve capturing our attention at the last glorious moment monumental before we pass too into that greater unconsciousness renewing over time as upon the surface with the best of all eras amassed grouping sacrifice of our universal energy in one eternal unit a volume to which this cosmos tries to figure out the likelihood of initiation or detonation Here…

thanks, khet_:/