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…tehknocaed or Technocade…

…screaming becoming frequent from the rigors in testing of education with some coasting by discretion securities established to fit right in almost mechanically moving craving sustenance over substance somehow contorting these creatures to feed what is required to digest desserts reality stressed surviving the fabric of our lives confessed to get more difficult as time progresses psychic wounds passed that require patience beyond simple support to derive hope and stability from any personal formula that strives for success no matter how many tries such things take in their natural processes naturally processing human experiences that subtly define us to ourselves, ounces of courage from pounds of flesh costing others and important detrimental collateral as sacrifice no matter how dire the situations become superstition informs us from an early age expections aside that it gets worse bounding as leaps of faith turn to quick routine steps taken for granted that repetition seems to work as though this stability will remain forever whatever that may entail in cryptic readings as divination tool coaxing hidden knowledge from steaming entrails under winter skies snowy romantic visions subside and subverted by apologetic eulogy elegiac composure lacking style and/or grace as appealing to whatever sustains us, naturally reflective stance oblivious to nature even as it bleeds or intrudes into oneself expecting reciprocation as just being human among other creatures Here gathered together for whatever sustenance this place can provide underneath stars that would not allow such violence to erupt anywhere else but it does even as we deny to ourselves that bestial strangers raging communicates in-between every fiber and vessel bequeathed to us by aeons of ancestors ever unforgiving of what cellular genetics they have been reduced to that can as randomly get passed along dependent upon mutual receptivity from organically complex beings stuck inside machines… an arcane arcade of evolution in progress beyond this visual curtain spread wide open as knowledge taking one so far as confusion does leaping in loops and forward delays weaving words around to the satisfaction of none though plenty of redeemable rewards when the time comes for legacy moves in darkened rooms facilitating others into going on doing wherever the trails of happiness lead Here in amazing patterns that gradually extend free from being constrained by natural convolutions revolting outward when their time comes to plateau feeling only slightly vindicated among remains so pulverized as to be unrecognizable statistical detritusphere, conscious context crawling from wreckage what appeals Here hauling revived particles back to the surface afraid to step deeper for fear of getting swept away before oneself has calibrated preparation in time to reconstitute ourselves from civilized fashioning past pieces can help for present day situations compromised all the time by living sources of cognizant dissonance reacting to everything as their awareness allows through the filters of perception such previously mere motes of dust to interact with ideas and thoughts coalescing into substances once parts begin fitting together indivisible without visible strain to contain molten tumult where no one agrees, sometimes set in reverse by convenient accidental occurring gaslit and guilty wrenching uncomfortable humans doomed to follow through in this perpetual journey excluding to shun what joy can be possible outside of the narrowed gritty nightmare whose grotesque minions gather trying to subvert whatever social train wreck in motion might happen in their favor attempting advantage like vultures their ruthless culture dominating and domesticating our minds shattering the shells of our bodies to redefine whatever they want to think this crazed conundrum furiously beating somewhere is with powerful tools capable of manifesting and manipulating confessions from the repressed and fragile…

thanks, khet_:/