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…mourning Sickness…

…in service to this human disease to dread in parting company ways of which we have already spent our last days best embattled with struggles few if any other humans can relate to as though doomed to relive or repeat it from some state of potential empty attempting to resist existence in its ever-present prime moving forward upon heathen earth such as this we condemn and praise in equal if inevitably biased toward dystopian struggle rather than better outcome this collective of dread carriers abundantly spreading all misinformal sorts vague implications without saying what people want to hear as destroyers deeply distraught, throwing themselves against whatever comes to pass thinking of their personal power as an unstoppable force conflicting with immovable objects that cannot be so easily rectified by the arsenal of others when thought has to be introducing itself in consensual attempts to understand why we are menaced so by these insecure facets shone from within us as human animals through the same eyes as our very early ancestors whom roamed as solid a wasteland as we do now though drastically different from any of those previous histories or romantically-idealized echelons that came before we whom are now Here, insufferable distortions of truth permeating a culture so rife and rich with unknown pleasures and the pain required to reach such heights of human experience without shame or there will most certainly be instability that only hints at whatever remains deeper still beyond the merely shallow depths one has to retreat to in order to understand where another comes from seeking answers themselves to the very same questions at times as asked all throughout those the ages known and those forgotten by viscous fluids running and flushing throughout every extension of humanity as though natural fingertips to whatever it is… we consider these things godlike even by our strange criteria Here because the overwhelming vastness of variables that cross our paths and connections leaving trails through this ephemeral distance between beings caught as the shit storm reigns from above firing disparagement from the top down wind from the stink of their own shit building again to let loose upon the serfs and savages below them throwing out every consideration and compassionate standpoint and primarily capable of nothing but fucking things up for the rest of us without taking responsibility of their actions or however they cleverly cause the erupting chaos, in the disgusting and intrusive ways that it envelopes and conditions us to have clouded minds and overbearing judgment as precedes calamity on a plane of realizations not everyone has the capacity to endure as significantly or extensively as the more human than human myths cherished and proliferating the various levels of societal engagement Here rituals regardless of individual because that there will always be another to take their place one of the many faces smearing feces over everything as though it doesn’t stink but instead somehow makes things better and we sold out to believe the lies told, without exception or acceptance in this carnal arrhythmia as it pulsates alive in the midst of it feeding upon our futures without question because this is the way it has been chosen for us to receive instead of choosing for ourselves what to do next with these feelings of dread so human yet wishing only for death amongst oblivious ones who choose not to care only masking an even worse disasters with over-reactive core personas whose irrational senses tell them to keep going as though there can never be any disturbance great enough to pull them from their self-serving larval cocoons…

thanks, khet_:/