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…the schemes have freed us from extremes thusly we are compelled to form ourselves into communities where immunity to outside terror might be reinforced by the hordes of humans who choose to reduce reuse and recycle variants of our own perspectives to change the current narrative somehow through mental kleptogenesis perhaps through dreams and our continued lucidity in this realm of material existence seeming to fray at the ends now and then hoping that much later is more the trend Here than the deciding factor that prevents us from involving ourselves as current process on evolving mutations yet to arrive, by some stroke of luck we are livid archaic shells that dwell in the microcosmic even if it doesn’t feel like this is it shaving off sharp edges edging closer to the precipice to extend further than we think we know how to do from fragments of memory there now inside of our conscious applications of self slightly crossing the lines drawn in the sands of time as they pour down accumulating a vast wasteland awaiting some great harvest to befall our subtle reticence so reluctant to be disintegrated into the whole whether for glory or some other wise domination, allowing oneself to permit others to suffer is the worst luxury one can have that only brutes utilize to fullest efficiency taking credit for meting out terrible punishments most foul and depraved to behave enacting such actions as one cannot be saved by graces of any gods because one has to live with themselves without redemption stealing them back to livelihood enough to pass on through terrible genes that may continue to torment from the core out into that person’s motions through this world sending ripples of havoc getting caught up in headspace fighting spirits in various nervous electric signals… flowing through the bodies we inhabit for a time inspiring our minds with perception and imagination as magical founts from within sparked to exist Here seemingly at random waves collapsing into solid forms as humans demanding to be heard much as any other scene of the absurd causing frequencies to decay as the motivation grows limp and listless crawling up into whatever self be considered relentless impulses shared by the many massive qualities humanity alone is privy to as conscious creatures cycling through resources as until then we shall keep reaping nonexistent harvests from the land as memory fades, our lives hinging on remedies from enemies that may never arrive as we thought we knew would be the truth but became false clarity taken as visions or ego gimmicks with which a future could change for the better as long as we measure up to the high standards barely set by these lowest common denominators creeping inside our heads because we let them take up residence there instead of finding peace within ourselves enough to leak out onto others without shame as we play dancing in the raining blood droplets from our souls helping others along toward the same, staining reputations as we jaunt crisply into the unknown by means of wit and cunning where we have very little to contribute in line of questioning behaviors taking shape as it leaks the required fluids to drown a breath in the weakness turned strength before one goes away to chase dreams never being realized quite as it is perceived by the same eye as the mind with its endless ideals of perfection infrequently percolating to exist as an artifact beyond thought of as brilliant Here then advantage has become taken normalized enough that feasting talons and beaks tear into us harvesting…

thanks, khet_:/