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…feasted upon by gods Here dirty and unrelenting as nature embodied digests us by the smallest increments in the multiple ways possible through the struggle of cycles sometimes brevity noticeable becomes concise abandonment issues whose precise source becomes inconsequential given enough years to pass by our various travelers whom wonder aloud what our roles happen to be thoroughly questioning this existential mise en scene to continue going on we are pulled through mortal remains learning how to float by picking up on subtle frequencies as they collide with us consciously hybrid vibrations constantly cultivated leaves us predictable animals picked off, preyed upon while hopes and prayers float about cryptically convincing others of your inconsistent narrative Here falling victim through our faults and flaws preceding events no one was aware could happen our paranoia the ringing bell jar closing in over the specimen echoing back carnal information of charnel horrors trapped within the unsound conversation grinding away the tiniest portions of cohesive intellect shrouded in mystery the extents of our own ignorance before what world tends to end that we have played the vital role in enabling flux you waiting everyone except ourselves the most for these indelible forces to reciprocate, being difficult to manage with the raw way when there are clashing beliefs that cannot be easily reconciled with words harnessing as much power that can and does damage unlike healing the rifts between others and oneself variable tools of paradox frequencies differing methods in the same sets actively working both for and against us at all times unleashed with no orchestrated god to call master these days because those elemental forces of old are darkest souls recomposed in orchestration of their attempts to become gods some on full display while other tales are secreted away readers captivated until decapitated… loops of terrifying ourselves frantic over our slow eventual plunge off this mortal coil amid recoil at the horrors we face each day in perpetuity hanging over us sharp as the pendulum waiting its chance to swing and serve its function held in suspense until such pestilent time as needed for more or less in executing frenzied still tortuous extractions activated though we can never unsee threats compelled by the sights witnessed to endure haphazardly innocent as ignorant to these things that surround us enmeshing our energies and presence with static analysis of details cataloging and containing the catalytic controversies, Here causing such moments of agony in contrast as ecstasy reduced to contentment in such a critical age that excellence cannot be registered as it once was so effectively with mere technically descriptive accounts in writing laying claim to our thoughts digesting the thinking works of others prior to our compartmental genetic process imparting to parents the gift of children in order to keep the seeds flourishing upon such heathen earth local gods shall reign supreme again in that overwhelming fear made literal consequence unsettled and distraught when ruin and catastrophe strike down via heaven through cumulative actions competing violently, investing through such obstruction by deciding to act incorporated victims being doggedly pursued by litigation from unreliable dogmatic sources whose doctrines require validation from others not converted to their proof of existence then those universal tenets try to be applied Here under what authority can have official jurisdiction over our lone piece of desert in this real to/as ourselves still feasted off we are forever cursed/blessed with life up to death until choosing to become gods ourselves finally accepting whatever inside of these animal suits pursuing contraceptive and exclusive ideals used to slow us down since before medieval periods conquered…

thanks, khet_:/