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…unrecognized faces through the dense cloud of feces fit with biased opinions that make no sense what looks regretfully like a mirror but is not Here reality meets imagined individual instances of truth exposed though there are those who would choose to leave us all unenlightened instead to fend for ourselves among the wolf gangs on wall streets and in financial dens waiting for the money flowing through their hands taking its predestined place acting as catalyst listing the regrettable qualities we all share with each other genetically as fragile species your weakness can be mine blood circulating, all facets of the authority dead in their tracks because there is nothing good they know how to do except be dominated by their wrong moves setting us all up cornered in difficult places hard to reach without there being some pressure provoking us trainable under command of whoever owns us punishing every trait that doesn’t agree with smug approval Here your mind cannot reduce the soil that is produced the civilizations ruined and ashes compressed under our feet blood sweat and tears that have been shed to creating these almost immortal masterworks as our godlike self has dictated from the start, representations that ache under the weight of these false conflagrations flagging away from the real horrors raping and pillaging with abandon without our notice Here allowing ourselves to watch too much to process what is absorbed nested it could eventually become living aspect of an inner demon that must release itself pressurized exorcism as the therapy commences Here shuffling substances and humors around the human spheres one has access to trying to find eccentric ways to harmonize and embrace the tempting powers that can evolve continuously through mediums of the visual oracles too much caressing our balls of eye uncomfortable… anxiety troubles in the sounding out loud of esoteric vowels straight from the bowels where society shames us and authority tries to trace where the bad guys hurt us because their kind of person can and will use it against us if they can again and again eroding the confidence built up from experiences so far so good but so what gets projected back at us as retort distorting words weaponized and feels like they shat in our mouths only to forget ever doing that bad on some level being an idiot thinking they are on a hero’s journey Here, low points or high in one’s career careening out of phase whose timing is killing us slowly while others perhaps receive their wishes granted through hard work and determination pressing forward Here honing in what works best not absolutely correctly but less jankily than meets any critical eye noted when discerning defiant fearsome access to excess information becomes heavily restricted by realm dynamics always shifting sifting through hourglass sands attempting to reverse the gravity of time in a sensual essence one cannot describe without failure coming alive scaling the walls of disbelief that contradict our steps in any direction chosen, excess authors of farcical edifice contradict and convince through conscription the others that exist in the Out There before and after the facts of us exceed that thing which contains us causing our rust and return to dust further feeding this machine larger than us consuming everything triggered by nature technically grotesque yet fascinating faces of death phasing in and out of our personal perception beyond any disguise revealed being Here with us prior to the inertia that manifests the individual taken to a grand scale of intensive conflicting every day levels as rabid animals within us prevailing through violence…

thanks, khet_:/