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…oRbituwary…

…never met a psychosis metamorphosing over cosmic tapestry of timESPace as what that stochastic kerfuffle of time and space bookends upon extra sensory perception to remain open being to receive the signals as much the agency to see whatever truth surrounding us there happens to be while feeling adjacent to the bum rush enabled by capitalist society in its death throes rattling to be consequential obstacle to most people cutting down opportunities for that which stable is relying upon to make things turn for the better instead of the self-indulgence until martyrdom then we all shall repent on our deathbeds, enchanted as we are by these fantastic sicknesses making us jump like puppets into action though easily distracted and forgetting that time is not divinity but our time Here is gateway to insight inviting perspective to change while applying what physical momentum we have to charge the circuits of consciousness ourselves thus amplifying what we deem to be divinity which at the state now is detrimental to growth through mixed messages further crossing territories unknown for people quite fearful not wanting to die or sacrifice too much whose transition to something better is held back by preconceived blinders applied notions, excited particle zoo dashing around the spheres of influence that orbit affecting the society we inhabit currently always under constant change somewhere details consistently getting overlooked dismissing parts to the whole picture genuine not lacking seams proving some artisan perfected the touches making that which is average into the extraordinary as we have imagined it reaching out closer to an epigenesis of conclusions patiently hanging potential for those who can witness its presences as gifts not demons or spirits to be banished with choice comes understanding if these sacred pieces are left unmolested which is growing ever more difficult Here… as we keep losing ourselves in translation in order to interpret aspects that envelope us with influence at the core presses outward to perform the tasks necessarily defining our routines into reflex memory so the energy is not expelled to think adapting randomly to all events great and small preventing our passage as we further fear our missing out on observing or participation to register as experiences within and not without retaining what naive and sheltered perspective one starts out having never growing beyond the vibration that holds us down worse than gravity clinging earth to our feet rutting beneath, personal steps often taken independently to achieve some manner of luxury being obsessed in the wrong ways as everyone else Here settled around so many traps that we are forced to wise up quickly in order to chance getting out of pits pools and posh cramped spaces reconsidered coffins craving human sacrifice using siphoned life energy fuel for yet more grotesque pronouncements the future seems futile in proceeding forward without being forewarned of that twisted and twitching contagion occurring between social polarities branching off offended not being simple but tedious managing of stresses beginning one sorting through this hostile mess, truly incapable these suspicious subjects objectified through generations of differing mistreatment and kinds of torment we flounder to merely let go or loose of the emotional baggage burdened upon us as glorified whole of damaged tactics in broken battle plans are found lacking anything but slanted bias toward the opposition psychic misfires when the stressors overwhelm causing our basic human animal to use fear casting shadows of doubt regarding any steps to move on changing locations the bandage temporarily distracted from action anathematizing the slack required to recover from trauma mutates the person suffering through melodramatic experiences seeking possible support…

thanks, khet_:/