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…writing the artwork as complicated processing requires sacrifice for our frustrations to some practical reasoning never so easy to use yet accuse us of words in being too loose with terms and emotions that ramp up tragedy truly accepting no one to our suspect rejection terminology doing this because we imagine too soon to create and define for ourselves why we must have been given this formulaic potential to shape our own density as manifest destiny starting locally with decisions whose optimal affect globally aligns forcing us to perceive things on a level different than ever before affecting so deeply, and this blindness then created by repeatedly ignoring the invariably obvious until collectively we cannot prevent it from affecting those onward generations from us and our micro plastic bastards diminishing all returns as the price goes up and further out still freaking because the end appears in sight but is never assured until matter of fact we meet the beast that makes us meat ourselves deep in the layers of cells scared out of our wits if we haven’t pissed them all out from fear inhabiting our brains as that vital flashing point subdues finishing off our tainted deceptions observed, ritual excuse used exceptions to the rules jealously oblivious to the inner workings of subconscious yearnings percolating rancid revision allowing our darkest parts to survive upon whatever residence they can find inside of our heads confined that prevent escape stirring ferocious feeling from pits obsessed with retribution reviving the certainty that something is vitally wrong Here accepting very little as factual information as rather only sordid opinions confused weapons composed of words by those insensitive and are motives to match their ballistic all-too enlightened reasons to pervade all the realms in violence as though these are meaningful hold onto traditions… used to destroy ourselves insidious to the rectal sleeve and the flatulence that fabricates such that we need to be aware of our irritable bowel before it needs to be removed by experienced medical professionals or doctor whichever you can manage these days because of restricted access to everything you can get without even a temporary subscription nix prescriptions as those are obsolete except for junkies looking to cop and fix as the needs prevail for them beyond enjoyment callous hard drugs eating face and brain without moderating ourselves become too late to show us ways to the chemical muses, languages can only engage the speaker with the audience as far as they entertain the ideas within themselves expecting to be the exception to the rule if everything seems to be absolutely sideways conditioning us to forgive its unrelenting assault upon our long-term stable sanity concluding that life is life by default because standards arise which absolve nothing instead spreading merely conjecture as stinky contradiction after the facts cross-dressed with attacks of friendly fire lit by pollution of ideals in spite of the truths that remain instilling virtues not vice into those excited by living while they can withstand it, pressure comprised of compromising situations alternating that occur at similar times though distinctly forming different from each other Here synchronously affecting further ripples rippling through metaphorical and literal alike as all are various stages of mechanical animal and organic machinery fused into nature fabricating human feet to fit these shoes to the time being that peruses the lives and spaces through which we are traveling usually with pants attached even with no available seating arrangements translating what elation we can manage the access point through all lines in this social geometry trying to harness our potential being functional human chattel…

thanks, khet_:/