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…myth-construed Myth construction…

…exceptional disinterest steadily chafes fastidious to confusion what divisive elements falling away so tragically contained within singular people unaware to some degree of finality ringing ears clenching fears for comfort because the failure is reliable Here when one cannot do anything but give in under the pressures hoping that no more furious a torment gets registered thus suffering most acutely in the presence of others feeling this continuous pressure as well when it dominates our attitudes the background hum of animosity and humanity conflicted within nature even as having hidden those relevant points to the argument pushing people backwards Here, subduing others to take advantage through biased categorization and one-sided stereotypes dismissing unique qualities each person has in order to idealize and streamline the process somehow through exclusion however finding ourselves on the inside looking at faces beyond the glass cages whose fervent gaze affects what serves as viewed Here analyzed morsels to digest inevitably born consuming epic myths played out and archived for those new media parables stored energy fat of the land potential exploitation of transmitted interpretations in audio-visual hypnosis embedded utilizing these archives acquired harboring all this time an imperative of sacrifice to pass along good advice, following trails spliced together with other obtuse maneuvers through space rippling through time in archaic mosaic of chase scenes trying to be first ones there seeing everything as prototypical forerunner spirit ahead of the rest on this journey in some framed notion of motion released upon what public world we observe today even more distinct and foreign as elements disperse to express the progression of next wave becoming functional material in this parameter getting condensed into shapes before our ideas of history began Here rearing offspring without thinking of tomorrow or the seeds of imagination released upon this fertile soil… only anxious thoughts being able to intrude while trying to manage solutions in localized puzzles that represent larger diverse ideas repealed for the benefit of no one but the butcher who takes them away hoarding that which can be taken forcing others to yield to versions of truth subverted for terrible social manipulations without compare even after the build-up of such energies creates these creatures causing more suffering than their predecessors only counting the wins felt for certain obliged to beyond recognizing any ideas of fair play everyone else seems to ascribe to while having to survive these games Here, putting up with so much static it surprises me always how little we can manage at any one time wondering while wandering this anonymous plateau lost amongst the societal machinery of statistical analysis looked to as divine apparatus solidifying our place in the paradigm of brilliant savory bits of knowledge suddenly discovered when we happen to be ready for the upgrade economics and ergonomics of movement then to come aligning what iron filings inside us preceding will manifest forward progression instead of anchoring us in angst and anxiety having their way with what we conceive of as being our minds, searching out for hopeful details swaying that carrot or dollar bill in this case tied to the string waiting for someone clueless enough to reach for it to then be yanked away quicker than reflexes can grasp game to some torture for others caught choosing one side over the other even when cooperation is necessary there is required compromise for things to continue as leverage to sustain what is present without diminishing the extents of what we are fusing together Here beyond apocalyptic dreads and layers of nervous expectation for what end time occurrences impart absolute oblivion upon certified incompetence…

thanks, khet_:/