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…no good nightMares…

…post haste impels me to tread words not water with this brain attached when sleepless rounds of activity come to pass for days at a time curious why such things occur sometimes so easily without solutions pulling the shadow out of the way in order to play around better with these pieces as one might happen to have Here as the needed supply of support as a guiding hope that doesn’t quite qualify for an unholy pardon as yet delivered because no one person is ever really saved from this enslavement that takes place Here without a doubt is true, enough that it makes me cringe and hold up alone watching the cycles of systemic infection play itself out through society and its fetching lures pulled out to anchor civilization in a mire of more than just oozes and juices which we drown in dispatched by the collective flare for destruction that summons us from bowels of sanity in a panicky notion bubbling emotive function displays a face it makes in distrust and disbelief even encaged as something that comes of immediacy with such peculiar punch that nothing stand against it whatever this overwhelming attack happens to be, trying to hold back the tears defying definitions of a peaceful man whose approach to humanity is not one iota short of calamity or the fear of such at almost all times as long as the subject is conscious there is fear there in the eyes perceiving a world tearing us asunder as many other periods in history before us at present lurking Here today wondering while wandering what purpose reflects the truth for us manifesting destiny to exist in this unknown place skipping moments as the trials and tribulations stack up and against us sometimes without reflections being real… no bad dreamers only bad people attempt to attack the sleeping even when waking ain’t easy for the least woke amongst us staying aware of what’s happening upon all fronts of interest for which we are caught up in the slings and arrows that as traffic appears lately in pain and suffering though it never really starts with us does it as instead the perpetuity of the series of left or right turns consecutively makes us as square as the tamed and lamed forces at work within the various jurisdictions we may get indicted in if not fully indoctrinated fates, establishing us as existing at all before our souls too are siphoned from and upon in order to keep the artificial lights on Here manifesting dreams on the screens eyes peeled for the night terrors sighted at times on the periphery of visions and after enacted vicious amounts of deprivation stinging ringing thoughts do come out so clearly as it might seem to others abandoned Here as well sorting out the pieces before one dies mixed with transfixed swirling categorizations that take replacing of values and vice versa rarely marketing viable kaleidoscopic pattern of entheo-genetic relays from sources communicating, one with another likened to how gods might speculatively convey information over those vast spans of timESPace we can only refer to in sections considering the structures of experience that we revere at times with severe devotions sacrificing life and living for the immediate gratification that connects as much binds us together on this visceral and feral phone of existence in present tense as tensions build to greater extents without relief or keenest of insight as how to reduce the bad stress that wracks us with sleeplessness until we are acting as walking living dead things we dread being in swarming robot indifference…

thanks, khet_:/