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…paraFrenetic frequency…

…delirium contains something almost glandular to pineal cones that inhibit a third eye looking inward though tragically is housed blind inside the skull barely there except as a third ventricle perhaps participating in the biology of depression Here no psycho is logical if the end result is harm to oneself or others squeezing blood out from stones through what appears as random series of mass murders and serial slayings manifesting into memorials for the fallen ones who know not what to do with themselves now that they have joined the ancestors they have Here one with this source becoming you, scary words haunt the mental traffic that occurs Here every sighting collapses the function of waves further to their barest elements carrying juxtapositions between us unfathomable depths creating unseen chasms that reject humane impetus to fight distortion shifted in sifting the sources of power from one fist over the others lashing outward afraid of a loss of control over themselves when riding the frightening has gone too far that handling it is the furthest concern Here the need for survival more than anything else drives us toward whatever demented ideas make sense giving credence to even the most insane consequences, the world callus moves in unvoiced ways that are meant to make us hard yet consist of those willing to batter and beat the sensitive fragility out of any one person easily and effectively preventing growth through being violent hodgepodge of continuous spectacular appropriation from nations and ethnicity that do not deserve the raping and pillaging that has gone on for millennia too long for things to keep advancing with these ideals at the forefront condemning us all toward unrelenting calamity and doing uncouth movements as though this were some dance macabre becoming controversially contested factual bodies dropping brundle flies… bombs whom have the randomized chance to advance and supply the demands which have kept us pathetic remnants of a darker time when it was okay to stay slaves compelled by outright bids and directions told directly to functioning as though living machines coming inches from this brutal reality on the mapping of timelines to figure out where we sit Here to what ley lines on we tread offending the spirits as we set up our houses to understand what comes next of all the steps forward through this endarkened state unaltered since medieval days erased and then refurbished, even earlier ages we are forbidden to hearken back to when we listen for guidance from past civilized archive untouched from old monist daze of prayer and domination evolving into the format of the inquisition thrilling us through their killing ways getting confessions of witchery through fascinating torture methods that are still in use today though quietly enough for the world stage not to pay any attention because some visits occasionally atrocities happen to victims because the system yearns for a worthy sacrifice to reduce to screaming ash professing their loyalty to the state as fire contaminates us with their pain, bacchanalian subjectivity sensitive to the nuances that change us so easily compelling us to say or admit our actions are too intense for anyone to let reason or logic shine through even among the most stridently unscientific folk coming to vote for their televised political figures formulating dramatic aspects and persons of interest within a celebrity den of iniquity located in many cities worldwide and international incompetence weaponized by the best in their fields following orders to catch that rye in the eye if thy lords demand your sacrifice next can we believe enough to agree with those wanting death…

thanks, khet_:/