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…What of the lutocost..?

…douchebaggers cannot be choosers Here flipping two sides dozens more tessellate and fractal outward restless colors throughout voids black as pitch because emptiness and yet full of all things persons tending to lose themselves after being exposed to years of this biased parade of flesh that bears witness to the changing of events as they carve new realities from the older sometimes morbid versions of ourselves selling out to systems we have no control over these days of late contained within time encapsulated as bubbles floating through space mostly connected though that does not guarantee uniform procession, desiring manifestations of self that will assert what you want perhaps not acting as forgiving as you are right now requiring some evocation to summon the animal inside us all triggered by stress when we cannot control the energy of its attack as then this stated output has preference occurring outside the confines of human thought trying to apply careful providence before perceiving many layers to progress from our steps what definitions forward whether considered good or bad cannot be stressed enough beyond desired outcomes being used as leverage to refute one’s only bias toward self, surpassing general ethical treatment carrying karma augmented by how we approach compromising situations with whatever utmost care possible that calm thought denied whenever traumatic drama invades the personal spaces triggering unexpected results obsessed with controlling the plausible urgency supplanted what vital priorities that were previously held onto as trophies collected once the moments for enjoyment are done tormenting the body with all enhancements and supplements to extract the most amount of time and energy from this conditioned look searching for something different yet needing to find their own way with the guidance provided not as perilous when a person disciplines themselves achieving greater results… Here not every dream gets desired results even if the chrome finish is guaranteed glossing over the energy vampire in each other useful very rarely except when utilizing the subconscious divine shadow being that which surrounds awestruck by the spark lingering in the darkness that reaches far more than depths one can fathom as the dense materials of the mind break down substance becomes imagination cage-free from the skull fuck of division in this earthly realm once the parts resume the whole purposefully fulfilling physical orientation within an indirect world inundated with multiple forward motions spilling out into these streets, seemingly at random though only from the outside curious tourists attempting to understand what defies logic Here superseded by impulse in a sense meant to break through monotonous routine and behavior shattering with precision the calcified portions preventing expression or inspirations keeping the minds from being open moved in this particular journey by the Muse whose passions are the fuse in confusion igniting as much uniting the untied ends loosed by passing forces unaware of their effects upon others even from at a distance we hear and are become echoes reflecting and reflected by culture as it tries continuing, the perfected narrative initiating prospective devotees to the epic saga which lies within as much without some body holding us back anchoring the form to the fact making concrete in order to circumnavigate what natural forces yielding to no one and nothing to remain unchanging as implausible as can be manifesting this conclusively without being conditioned by the blessed curse of existence in more than three dimensions Here wolves in cheap clothing rabid upon the steps and getting closer to the threshold of enacting violence in order to get what they desire that argument reduced down to misfiring emotions causing excessive damage recapitulating madness…

thanks, khet_:/