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…saproScient species…

…which way to the highway committed to using every piece left excusing nothing that can be utilized to cure or remedy personal ailments by keeping social norms such as acting barrier in defense of trying to survive the hollow cost of living and dying as a being Here intrinsically linking through multiple layers of things however you might wish to further define and set aside all of them that consist of me existing at all suffering in the Out There like any other civilian grunt utilized to manage human divisions becoming more chaotic and unruly while being forcibly directed forward, next to spiral into death or whatever worsening fascination retreated with the grotesque is now commonplace Here rotting away crawling out of the sewer metaphorical and literal sense having questioned the solidity of sanity as most things these days carve away at the relationships between material and immaterial states of energy into matter and the reverse in a cosmic pendulum swinging back with no loss of momentum over movements swaying opinion in ancient fantasy what with so many pithy tenses in a rhetorical sense classical proving reality has nothing in common if these eras were to be so easily superimposed, seamless over each other now would there be striking critical similarities in the trivial compare and contrast that would naturally attack the subject with quickened retorts extorting leverage from amicable sources soured when angry affixing it feeling some small detail acts crummy fulcrum as signs and signals of assertive behavior in social situations carrying such heft to command presence among groups of people yet being so real when eventually alone seeking out cohorts even if only paying associates whenever they have lent any thoughts talents or opinions wagering good advice when everything else appears naively posturing or mocking… not cognizant of hard work it takes to achieve anything but once moving from asleep to awake while wading through normalized over-stimulation and chemical saturation are requisite points of process one takes to even rouse active versions of oneself from bed repeatedly appreciative of the crutches as starting rev prayed to before the intellect no matter how malformed takes effective command behind the wheel liable one first be crushed underneath irrespective of their intimate relations to their hierarchy’s cellular data plan formulated over the aeons we have been alive in these skins built by our ancestors for real world explorations while inside this bewilderness transforming, itself incapable of standing still or that would be death in those fleeting instants before spatial realization of trapped screaming as though there were help to summon forth from the darkness and cold creeping in icy hot fluctuations throughout the slipping into something truly unknown because fear is a powerful dosing agent whose urgency is much like that of the uncontrolled relief in sudden release getting considerably full bladder squeezed against itself enough when the riot of thoughts carrying nervous instincts perpetually soaking the brain brine afraid to fight or flee these bodies constraining us by environment pretentious suspects enter the room, beginning as human animals easy on the eyes whose morality ethics and/or culpability clashes with humanity because of lacking such responsible qualities that would fit Here in spite of similar traits or uncommon familial connections preterition to be prayed away from exclusion toward acceptance razed soon after being raised eyebrows crooked in distress as active yet indirect situations compress individuals into mutated shapes due to systemic fluctuations nuanced and cycling back through in inexplicable cosmic clockwork repetition given to overlap frequency of events we are constructed from amidst the many materials seized and seen worthwhile…

thanks, khet_:/