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…this is a Memory of dying…

…never wanting to analyze speech patterns to their fateful fretful deaths paying on a societal debt since their original usage whatever the language you engage with Here kindness as curse given to the wrong person passed along rhythmic reasons rhyming harmonizing with undercurrent melody this living being exposes us to understand how much further out of reach the counterintuitive moves will last attaching themselves to plans hatched between friends turned into strangers again too quickly to have been considered friends in the first place traitorous replacing invested vital stakes claimed creates contradiction as enemies currently out of range of friendship, floating along alone instead trying to harvest another form of occupation allowing for freedom of movement unlike stodgy office cubicles that seem to condemn one to obnoxiously monotonous hell possible on this level of reality because the shared consensus has deemed it so for now inner voice out loud typing the confirmations without signaling the writer into excluding sitting outside of the adoration whatever it is always never touch any mirror images holding back universal emptiness behind our reflections gossamer concepts weaving something unfounded but potential in the prints of darkness as negative utilized to fabricate copies simple xerox clones, coming alive and functioning asleep as half the mind doing damage taking lives is there for the ride while when the other half lives it stays naive to the point of stupid until triggered by deeper imprint of this darkness testing boundaries from within asking like a genie for escape from the bottle though once it does the efreet or djinn or whatever might you decide to call that unassuming spirit summoned forth in drinking it begins to drink you erasing personality with solvent strength mixing the drinks as you wish and then taking that as granted once given Here… and then vanishes soon after vanquishing your thirst eternal in this desert of the real imagining oasis on the horizon near enough your feet keep on walking urging to live but asking to die louder than hoped while doped up and choking on your own cock auto-erotic asphyxiation killed the rooster controlling the horizontal and vertical tickling the balls of eye to get climaxing out the cards for necessary goods and servicing from local escorts resorting last perhaps there are sex parlor or parkour workers on poles that strip themselves willingly of dignity obsessed with getting it on like everybody else, that is armageddon roof of the world until heaven or your guts my friends heave out everything chunky comes as capable of resolutions the only organ supporting this nuclear vitriol and whatever knots the stomach robbing us of life the vomit of gods at that vital freezing moment in time and place Here suddenly tragic until it’s not as nature cuckolds us all watching behind the glass or door doing what comes natural to animals in heat whose intuition says for it to somehow release itself or retreat into the darkness once again angry at this personal weakness, sprawling atrocity consciousness craving sick for disease from this disgraced society skin yard gathered through blasphemy of better discretion getting the brutal benefits of betraying vane bonfires ablaze attacking those fragile yet confident constructs in place considered reliable institutions shattered expectations left to be remedied or make sense of the debris and the ruined wake of mindless debate and stoke irreconcilable differences instigating through fatality between eventual nemeses cementing their hatred for each other without thinking as viral aspects one gets sneaking through ball sacks and ass cracks and vaginal gashes before sudden realization that one has become their own enemy…

thanks, khet_:/