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…sharks smelling blood in the water interpreting the pathways to their prey through business as usual Here psychopaths sainted and satisfied with themselves acting similar enough to carnivore fish meriting the statement high praise in fact because of how we all wish to be bad asses while refusing to admit that anger unbridled can become a deadly though unwieldy weapon words with lethal accuracy upon emotions no matter how clustered and insensitive the assault mocking the response one receives because only violence knows violence to the blunt force trauma extent leaving bad impressions purposefully damaging thoughts thrust on someone else, the object of affection subdued and affected by the hate speak speaking our language clashing with crazed hackles rising when someone unsympathetic gets it wrong interpreting things hollow and caustic rapid rippling efforts made impotent and reversed in meaning retreading doubts skinned alive escalator sequence as the rockets red glare flare and fly to obliterate desecrating wholly unknown territory collapsing new people no direction is safe enough to assume you were going to live through whatever it takes to accumulate decent friends without misstep or cruel reckless behavior trying because of existential allergens to promote anaphylaxis while groping for relief, the intent of which forces us to question our existence near constantly with every shifting of phases Here once those cosmic objects and bodies have you believe for yourself how much jesus swept janitor then carpenter theory subtly in their sway you might as well apply realism to these portraits to which we cannot be afraid of seeing ourselves even when ugliest or all teaching is lost to fade away for the other heathens jolt us awake with idiocy supreme conducive to extremes when their foolish control allow for joyfully dissecting parts on maps claiming theirs is the only piece… uneasy peaces left after localized trauma and grand theater wars lacing us together the next dead marionettes to march off the edge even where goaded violent ruins of our best as decrepit fall anonymous to some degree not even resembling human anymore because one does not fit the criteria as much as before disaster wrecks us all to be cast out and away when the time comes because we were all given up manufractured imprints of parents these once awkward innocent creatures reproducing to ill effect as children grown now naively we must contend with an excess of the worst, aspects of ourselves and others brought to accept lives of dying unfathomable at this distance yet eerily there and omnipresent for everything Here whether cursed or blessing not aware enough yet to fully realize until that suddenly disturbed deathbed stroke choking out in breathless sleep or spontaneously combusting as the only spontaneous thing you do while trapped in empty shells placeholders for what distinguishing quality characteristic could still be real if only projected casually in ways unseen imaginary since indeed what truths remain unknown or misunderstood until crime scene from different angles archived and absorbed by people in catalytic conversion, use brief flames of randomized conveyance to become guinea pig long form experimental madness where science represents gods of omnivorous demagogues charming others into thinking themselves purified elements made somehow more human than previous versions instead of some primordial alien mishmash taking place of the biological ooze that assumes our form rising up in evolution from insular consumers with one cell flirting about with amoebic disaster Here amplifying outward crippling subconscious tendrils affect our behavior into differing situations with each other unknowingly cursing these traits back onto this harsh planetary waste where harm and neglect are feeding seeds of potential…

thanks, khet_:/