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…erstWhile nihilist…

…deniable revival of holiest spirits lingering upon the tongue and lip service speaking loyalty to many things though doing the lazy hack to keep one’s individual coherence Here wanton vicious rumors spread out like tumorous aspects qualities innate yet humans dread in that revealing its unapologetic impetus an inch from the face of faith itching asking for $cratch to reach out and handle the goods that negative space remaining untouched afraid for what could come next retaining expired innocence turned over to ignorance as dark side to an abyss of bliss effectively ablyss created when disparate aspects combine to formulate, no matter what environment lays eggs out into those depths unsullied by human hands and eyes yet our machines can travel further underneath pressure and lack of breathing no psychonauts these even though our minds span similar extents in which to perhaps extend concepts such as life past death while finding the courage to keep exploring even when confronted with fear more directly than anticipated where there are no gods or devils but ourselves to blame when there is no strange rationale to take away natural shame in wrong doing persisting the more we resist the facts thusly creating singularities, out of electricity to share and be aware of Here much more free than are we providing pursuits wearing out what space suits we were provided in the first place symbiotically growing with us as we each share deeper meanings as they relate us to each other and one another fabricating community sometimes out of thin err yet to become critical error in the system geared toward erasure once dimensional barriers are rendered useless molten melting fissures nature evolving through us how distinct our steps can drift when there are no lessons or heroes strong enough to guide us… example exceptions into our own unreasonable black holes interpreting and misconstruing all conflation of things we have no control over as colluding together homogeneous manifold of unique consciousness overlooking what collected visions we have Here as though anything like us has that command various elementary forces attached to conventional supervisory puppet strings contrary to what imagination can conceive because there is nothing cool or badass about standing out like we think drunk on thinking convinced we should be something new more novel than we are still larval and hatching out of the trap others have made for us seeing wave functions, magical reality perhaps before they may even appear to collapse surpassed by the collective disbelief that enchants all other reality to stay banal something conforming to ideas that work against us and our progress beyond the awareness of infants instead barely the quaint antiquity we thought it would be in the room of elephants alarming but to remove the glass ceiling with its monetary prevention holding back millions thoughts written down tell a different story or series of such than life plays out only because the poetry is lost in pursuit to release the constraint or at least loosen it, chained reactions explosive might settle when choosing some other subtler gambling risk against the house to win that bigger better tactic much that nothing gets in the way of this conduit train wrecking sisyphus-style once the upward ride travails end terribly disgusted with exception to those bloody misadventures getting us somewhere anywhere different than Here distinction as ridiculous self-absorbing details ludicrous as their definitions manipulated by other people who have very little actual reference beyond justifying their own twisted motives for any of this reckless extremism whose ripples reduce the ocean to a pond only to await the desert mirage…

thanks, khet_:/