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…semet Ipse…

…when the creative soul seems waning patiently waiting for the word flux to hit distilling vanity into diminutive word salads to digest erratically through systems that have kept us alive and searching luxuriating and savoring our choices carefully weighed against our passions obligating us to understand our steps before we take them even though there is only so much preparation that can be done prior to the plunge feet first into the unknown forces at work Here influencing us consistently hard or soft hardly convinced that it is killing us softly enough to be noticed what overstated debauch and debacle, recapitulated reinforced rhetoric justified denizens amongst slavering nightmares who wish only to keep on surviving as we though at the cost of others in their way feeding the beasts to continue growing and consuming juxtaposed against producing a something requiring explanation to reinterpret and restate to the rest the actuality of what is happening at any given moment Here circumspect analysis giving way to clinical critical certainty in conditional absolutes representing fundamental aspects of our contrived existence consistently worrying about the various interpretations of what it means to learn on this spinning caustic globe as we all do this differently, currency circumnavigating on these resistant circuits cut into the motherboard of this heathen earth burying our dead and forgetting that we can lose track of ourselves so easily and randomly that chaos subverts our thinking as steady as it can be contained in our heads deafening silence as loud as thoughts can get away with rattling around inside taking up residence via gaps in the constant narrative floating through our brains collectively as separately seeking solutions for what tumultuous chaos revealed as madness it appears inevitably out through estranged perceptions unified as one person can move helpless feeling feckless emotions… one can never be completely prepared for sustaining falsehoods because emergencies are happening that until they occur for us we cannot be certain or absolute valid as deduced from varying parts provided to assume raw particulars whether losing keys or solving murders to rehash the series of events leading up to this sudden distortion corrupting the feedback analysis engines must endure in sorting points of reference and connections which further flesh out elaborating upon whatever simplistic elements are found going down darker paths in figuring out how to resolve situations that disturb us if agreed sequence of events disallow it, Here few clues are left that have not been presumed interpretative dances to be used for other interests spun out of control just enough to disrupt the flow of energy always collecting charges fetish sized for ease of ingesting personal indiscretion absorbed into routine now though where they go we never know until we do that those first approaches are done one has to climb or crawl to absolve the compromises that have people staying attached in toxic ways to radioactive intensity cleaving off the surface tendencies to breathe autonomic gasps of stifling sterile air no matter how error proof, feeling that how dare we should be Here if we cannot do what personally feels right to us though this solipsistic snare is set in youth and fails to evolve through experience as the rest grows becoming grown as our species goes on about these detrimental psychoses possessing us as though that crucial literal devil as crude and cruel crawling all through our meat machines and animal hides hidden by ego whose sound advice become writhing maggots in our mouths as we try devising appropriate means to end this existence improperly presenting us with indeterminate challenges one after the other…

thanks, khet_:/