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…elision versus Elysium…

…suspended disbelief sudden recovery of senses previously egregiously debilitated poisoned by mine own venom of ignorance shunning the necessary help care and support from others feeling so small in this gigantic world at war within oneself perpetuating self-deprecating details sharpened the wit through written words because the moments escape us too quickly sometimes to fully register until after the fleeting fact that follows the energy not necessarily guided by our own ideas in command but as one of many complimentary tactics takes shape creating malformed mutants opine to be accepted within the spheres of inclusion taken for granted until gone, that most of us obscure the facts just enough for our advantage without fathoming the repercussions of actions on the scale of larger local universe of genuine interconnectedness Here not grifting deceit making us shed our currency as though skins utilized mutable to exchange our personal reservoir of freedom of movement time and energy to oblige ourselves to others’ wishes circulating facts and fiction and seeing what settles out often so easily it offends our inner principles if we have any in its cesspool social influence taking for granted every expletive as defensive ammunition expended on wasted people, who will diminish an individual’s personal power et al with choices so similar yet different people inhabit these choices as much through repetition as method unlocking discovery Here hampered by an almost absolute blindness worn down over time to allow us awareness of our surroundings before they become the immensity of our point of view from then on feeding our neurotic anxieties flailing into madness when things do not go our way no matter how hard we try it can be harrowing to accept any outcome when every avenue of decision seems inherently unfair from beginning sense of being applied… not disguised as other misfortune we are stuck without sometimes easy or sensible remedy to our situation if we can only recover enough to obey gravity symptoms of the deleterious regime using artificial extractions of natural primal forms to build upon the works of civilizations prior to this self-condemning syndrome undermining our stability whenever weakness reveals its variety of effects inundating the multitude seeking solutions superficially interjected striking out in the worst of possible options normalized into rewarding psychopathic convictions lacking of civility let alone respect enough for others to move forward thoroughly throughout intermediate cycles of failure and contentment, finding meaning while we appear to only live once Here whether left roaming the vast wildernesses in awe of nature or compressed together in cities of many kinds longed for discipline as reckless impulses carry one through hormone-infused tribulations breaking naive barriers mimicking humble reminders to be human when growing up only youth can seek becoming grotesque parody as elders attempt regression to recapture the faintest innocence back by any means possible wasting our time on elixirs and potions sold to us as beneficial when correctly applied bursts of agency counterpoint what urgency is pushing us forward leaps and bounds, binding us to curiosity where our personal pursuits reside plunged into memory both short and long-term affected by the everything we endure wincing from the forced surrender suffocating underneath general blanket statements trivializing what others go through while being compressed into the corner as though inappropriate child whose moods fluctuate instantaneously vacillating between all emotions until we are taught otherwise for once inhibiting our own cruelties behind constructive actions fighting back against creeps and charlatans paying nothing but lip service when caught hiding their offenses as well as they can only serving themselves exposed insulting assault subduing excuses incompetent pleas for mercy…

thanks, khet_:/