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…quizzical faces looking frustrated at what they see as writing from inconsistent logic and reasons wielding power over others defies sensibility because it takes us too long to rationalize why things happen the ways they do so often creating worst case scenarios for anyone who can might have to make the choice no one ever wants to be responsible for in such implausible scenes from a moving farce cycling through the human debris as though we are nothing special just chattel to be harnessed as yet another resource soured on its condition and state of condemnation considered to be property, more than a sentient creature of nature’s own expression of life yet to be subsumed by the external digestive process of nature which comes in many forms throughout this offending situation and all its corollaries utilizing gimmicks to suck the souled out juices from people who consume their sinister productions to thus secrete the sweaty sweet substances that the parasites require in order to upkeep their being atrocious hosts for oblivion touching reality and manipulating those unique sources of energy and information to intrude upon common struggles humans must learn to adapt to in prevention of being dispatched as collateral, Here the differences are clear but no quite solid lines drawn in sandy shit storms that erode away the ability to stand up for one’s self without getting flack for choosing to exist instead of curling up into a ball as introverted defenses against imperious deviants who find the torment of others a fun hobby claiming to be misunderstood so frequently it is akin to crying wolf proven far too late underneath a killing moon that hangs over our collected shoulders knowing mortality awaits clues to precede as pathway to the personal disintegration we are forced confront contradictory signals daily… always loosening the spirit from its localized grips on what perception grants us that it is true enough to convince others than yourself of what is possible through individual translations of what these leftover civilizations have claimed to be absolutes even when subjected to a truer solubility diluted in with the diverse myths still embraced to this day worshiped vibrantly ignorant of any obvious signs of decay that may occur due to the corrosive essence of corrupting pollution as lingering dark cloud over all proceedings whose acidic reigns have protected some and projected onto others but always leaks toxicity, perhaps much like a fountain wished into with such fervor and innocent joy that superstitions don’t mature they get traded in for larger vaguer more vacant corridors where fears act to swarm in uniform voice to subdue the victim much as any other subtly insidious sacrifice arranged to suspend disbelief that it could ever happen to them instead hearing the stories as though they were not also warnings used to trigger actual experiences without summoning sickness and disease to replenish the supply of bodies devoured by crooked anonymity now as no one cares or has been able to defend against atrocity, the last place anyone wants to visit as though on the cruelest vacation ever known where nothing good happens to anyone alone that lasts very long because of the vicious cycle circadian in its rhythmic heart beating a silent but constant motivation under the skin in all of us walking living beings of the last few ages starting to hear swarms descend as processing disordered thoughts begins crashing collapsing in forms collecting our personal data without hesitation because this intelligence allows for these artificial things to take their place more than crane flies as natural mechanism of civilizations past becoming…