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…dilemmatic apoCatastrophe…

…overly dramatic grammar of pernicious circuits connecting to versions of meaning glitching the systems at work grinding away patterns until they are gone extinct accumulations now resembling melodrama written in dust to span the various epochs we exist naive within as a dominant species set against each other polarized and oblivious to the details most days updating ourselves to the events especially when something terrible is on the horizon perhaps wicked caveat this way comes staggering struggling with taking the error out of our statements of fact blending lies to make fictitious revisions cataclysmic in nature upsetting the status quo, utilizing novelty worn down to a point of extremes speaking in sudden exclamatory dialogue addressed to the absence tricked into perceiving it as magical when one minute we are Here and the next we are gone disappeared by the efforts of civilized wagers labored through twined states of manic and depressive behaviors channeling energy rubbed raw into eventual vindication evocatively pronounced as though simplified condensing not condescending of terms and phrases razed from the ground up by a few whom do not know any better than acting enslaved to consumerist qualities shaping our politics religion and industry in parallel disenchantment, further pursuing happiness whatever that means and by whatever means necessary to secure something out of the nothing we normally receive Here flipping doubt like a house we imagine living in darkest before the dormant always seeking a silver lining to these near-constant shadowy clouds reigning overhead and over land paradigmatic phlegm flung from distant stars and galaxies to cling to this space of heathen earth catalyzed by killers converted to hierarchies whose power is justified by crushing others disobedient and supposing rebellion to affect change instead becoming submissive and supine for their lords and masters unaware of truer motivations… until damned and trampled underneath the tragic panic magic of mob mentality as feet curb stomping the shit out of denizens in retreat against obnoxious assaults presupposing we are all easy targets from which to collect damages scraping the apes of their fortunes or final exit if they don’t do as you say compelled by the immediacy of situations having come under fire in the furnace and heat of social circumstances crossing wires and burning bridges previously established as stable network traveling word of mouth and trading favors in friendly competition twisted into a vicious commerce of profitable condemnation diminishing humans, the portions of them that becomes quantitative data recollected to be archived and extracting pieces of dream in order to shit out nightmares creative deception antiseptic soft influence supremely aware of itself and long term effects as it decides to linger within corrupting significant people typical aspects of trouble problematic with humanity in its expansions throughout many empires and world changes complicating how these fragile things survive from outside in as the microscopic becomes the next frontier sorting through all manner of natural nanotechnology for its mechanistic wisdom as can be applied to our own organic mechanisms to aid, misdirected romantic schizm as environments get hostile while the pressure tries to force abrupt changes collapsing what condition our condition is in at that time caught trapped in temporal immediacy Now being the only thing that’s real may they beware of alternate dilemmas whose dimensions are capable of infringing upon those disaffected and disinclined to agree with outside proposals no matter how unapologetic decisions get finished by omission fragmenting the parlor trick further as it spins inside heads deciding functions of the factional whimsy that declares itself better of all evils Here still helping to cause automatic catastrophes through nature…

thanks, khet_:/