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…dreamcatcher in the Rye…

…deadlines sorting through the chaotic cosmic skies disguised catching dreams in the weave of sanctimonious energies deciphering the gimmicks that make up the gist of these imperatives striking us like comets meteors or any other kind of cosmic debris spanning across multiplicitous types of universes such as ours to which we devote our minds to seeking our truth out of the potential Here that emits signals for us to read and follow as any other informational dialogue stirred for your benefit over the course of an uncertain journey pursuing interest and curiosity until that engaging element of criticism falls silent, wriggling out of uncomfortable situations because awkward silence perhaps don’t fit where words are used like weaponized static to fill the space with noise abundant though most points do not contact where their purposeful creators intended being counterintuitive once testing the artifact freshly produced against what variation this reality has to offer when the aligned timing occurs allowing for motion to commit the energy required as the destination no matter how obscure will be the place one revives themselves after distances as remain within the vague depths of memory it flexes its powers on over our next versions of self, transmitting through the ether in frequencies not always clear and precise in the relay of data to patterns in order to substantially change what chaotic results are possible Here when thinking these things might seem more than messed up though never a failure in its most finite sense of the phrasing as some decide to put the stress on you to interpret instead of understanding to convey how this freed association may contradict our individual reflex memory in pursuit of positions defaulting at bankrupt or unoriginal ideas towing the line as advertised promoted to force everyone onto the same page… a cage built from sage wisdom with hammer and axe-wielding reinforcements to cut off those slacking stragglers made examples of for the future to retain its monotony in sharp bursts to observe the sample lessons set out by the ones planning the next edgy event to snap everybody’s neck at once as an extension of dementia called power-for-powers’-sake because that’s what everyone has been brainwashed to think is appropriate behavior when one feels so caught up between this and that option that we are paralyzed by choices ranging varieties of opportunities and misfortunes that exchanges resources as one gets closer, locked into a view focused upon treasure only you can see in the distance from Here dreaming of the appropriate time to acquiring the disposition of the traveler ready to traverse the spaces forward in a manner consistent with good times and better chances correlating to consciousness in pursuit of connection beyond barest superficial assumptions evoking troubling sleep patterns when the stress pours over moments for relaxing and resting in peace with that nagging fear and dread having morbidly ceased their quest of infiltration that finds us scared to metaphorical death dealing with the feelings of an emotional journey ahead, instead of waiting for a casual consumption of guilt and shame and isolation pushing my defenses empty that one cannot commit to steps that would balance out this picture diminished enough that self-esteem feels lacking to extents of damage mining the memories for reasons to hate and worry and consume what one should profess confess or express to fullest equivalent that leads one to the best of all scenarios for them that can execute gathering momentum conceding wisdom where steps were dumb prior numb to the conditional stupiditah as it torments us thoughtful about the past and years from now…

thanks, khet_:/