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…rubbed the wrong way gaze averted sprouting wings and flying away exotic chimes sounding in my ears the wounds weep salaciously my fears pouring out of me as we ascend slightly curious where the unknown will bring this wave navigating the frequencies Here as much finding oneself through crossed signals igniting desire or causing fires sometimes both if not more reasons this friction causes sparks meaning nothing out of context though quickly can light the world ablaze as conflagration bizarre and shameless stating the obviously false and expecting the averages of truth in total score being your only worldly engagement, summed up all the parts one can lay their illicit hands on to appropriate as many special secrets Here from the great beyond that unites us all into shared conversation of consciousness what remarks that can be made any more are even remotely remarkable if not capital then sold for guaranteed passage forward into the next ages as they occur compartmentalizing people as quickly as possible in this phase of abusing personal information caught up in the consumerist plague never stopping since the darker ages our ancestors lived to tell tales about geared up for another meltdown when pressures overwhelming, mystically fictitious icons spreading their words as gospel in real time toward corresponding avatars functioning in the real world as we pursue our individual purposes Here lowest common denominator grown up from diluted genetic series from which others are capable of choosing without glitches anomalies or mutations somewhere along the genetic strands that connect us separately and orient us together by circumstantial evidence sympathetic and creative empathy instead of banal repetitive carving out death niches of some unfathomable depth calling them graves when we are ready to enter them interring ourselves in the process of processing progress in this life… congested confessions professed those feeling bedizened as bloated corpses-to-be waiting wage-enslaved and obsessed what may trigger us soon preemptive before calamity has what details are necessary to happen that even secular professionals and scholars cannot foresee what mighty waves are challenging our survival opposed to imaginative actions which would promote growth across the spectrum in humanity’s purview simply perverted by propositional suspense appearing to exclude any wavering stages set asunder and surrendering under anxious tension to perform as narrow-minded society we are Here conflicting much as contradicting ourselves and weighing in against what is said with what is being done, a tragic revolution resisting ourselves shattering our own expectations for what we believe as solid stable and above all sensible while in the comfort of the strangulating safety net sheltering us all to death through empty platitudes and offense taken at shit dropping of hats making aspect ratios of any certainty difficult to obtain and uphold as badge of honor code truth parlayed to confiscate what bodge-wodge of hedge funds remaining unguarded by hired security firms trained in being ready to defend value not lives as covert soldiers seeking similar enough orders every one else could follow with no questions, because this is what they pay us for staving off disease while doing our part to maintain good illusion the elusive nature to this optimal delusion entails encompassing our trust and money to prevent or stall things from their inevitable dispatch itself another chain link in the natural cycles that fence us in Here constantly feeling defensive barking or shouting madly at intruders over territorial pissing games rotting like an animal attempting to surpass its inner essence through intellect property finding an escape hatch somewhere that could never easily reveal animated suspension upholding disbelief including feelings of worth and integrity…

thanks, khet_:/