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…better death through Science…

…warehouses full of them whether on film or on the slab ready for examination murder slathered in mystery as the heat crime of passion melts and burns with one sharp snap of gristle once throbbing continues to beat neck red with goddamn devil sun sizzle and simmer the swift symbols which hold and sometimes bind us to each other for odd layers of timing we won’t know until we breach their immigrant heartbeat shores naive to linguistic cleverness leaving being open taken advantage of by some unsavory extension of harsh reality in forsaken places infecting desperate people on social addictions, wholes that cause harm to the unwary arms shooting the heft of their loads into the big lie perpetrated by those confused to think any side is good enough to rule beyond communal society where fair and neutral counsel is required Here to sustain whatever being betterment can come from this foray into the unexpected bewildering and unknown harshness to behold when held in the right frame of mind perspective sets the setting into place as decides to chase conceptual brain children manifesting ideas into artifacts instead of mass-producing biological children earning their resentment as they’re raised by darker forces, implicating that no one is worthy of being considered perfect as perfection is the unattainable concept remaining potential slowly tuning into prodigal footsteps whose staggering swagger denotes entheogenic travels deeper on into one’s own mind by choice respecting shards of life living through us when their time on this island earth has gone kaput leaving behind beings as creatures stranded virtually helpless because their livid archaic god was never there to begin with casting disparaging hearts to dwell dejected and defiled dissected upon the table next without a single consideration for the plight you had to bring darkness matching darkness… as empirical eye over the experimental strife continuing to play a game with peoples’ lives as it has since its broken inception from incomplete objectives spent and ecliptic swoon into specter’s dressed as death in the masquerade ball where the monsters go when their fun is now done and the energy must escape the flesh prison once again to reincorporate perhaps with the same intents merely manifested differently Here or else there might be a line that magnificent science in all its wisdom to share cannot fully divulge what passes beyond the horizon of our lives in a conscious way, at least not one in a manner that is not bound to frighten as twist in the story we do not want finding fear distorting our forward delivery wanting to be intrepid mentally carrying on the quest for fire though in the form of inspiration unsullied by the corrupted thinking that cannot help being grotesque and feral and recklessly unleashed upon the publicity stunt of running amok until having to be put down for such a damaging reap for rewards in the form of bodies whose inner worlds will now be lost because in some minds there is no hope, not by request but by wounds that weep angelic filth resembling blood to those that would ache for it to be seen running like a faucet dripping torture for the sadist and their victims scared to know any better because the light burns extremely bright in the eyes of dead souls ignited alight by purest psychic blindness pushing violent ideals for an agenda that excludes humanity taking place everyday the sounds of lambs silent shredded in short-lived slaughterhouse bluesy fringe cringing while consuming flesh and offal that comes with butchery attempting to carry on selectively chosen primordial feasting ritual sacrifice…

thanks, khet_:/