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…pee tee ess de’ Resistance…

…plague runners of ectoplasmic organisms projecting evil though oozing artificial from fissures diseased orifices unsatisfied with common modern meta sins yet are gods used by ego though in the necessary sense of keeping rhythms revivified for the next generations before out degenerating swiftly given enough time edging deleterious deteriorating through erotic erosion prompted when the corrective tones strike coercing the source of sorcery constructive producing works when managed connecting ideas and situations replicating what creative authors of life we might wish to be one person in their own timing oftentimes surreal to absurdity flirting with disaster in neurotic shards distracting, often conflicting harshly enough to resonate with social friction heated personal temperaments are forged from these necessary compromises being alive keeping all life Here flowing from imperceptible mine inside our vibrations condensed collectively curiosity communal and freakshow housing all sorts of deceptive radicals much as our bodies freely associate with microscopic particulate matter infinite turns to remain in one spot clinging closer to the edge you get crawling along issues without directly addressing them and therefore finding resolution after all the struggle becomes projected upon others sometimes focused like a ray or at random lashing out in attempts for ventilation, unwise Here when extremes tear us apart easily than it appears might act as a conduit guiding other thoughts and actions into place stacking odds with brains assuming patterns craving sequence even when failure to resist is futile for this feudal system to place us all in check as part of the process once we are caught within locally born and are left to our own devices utilizing the equipment we were granted taken out of the ephemeral to enter this meat suit to pursue our dreams if we have any made to feel guilty if we don’t while living… participation seems mandatory much as the orientation of destiny conceived eating into our lives dividing lines drawn early on in development to connect interests with skill sets even amidst the provocative nature of growing up into adulthood traumatizing us in many pieces missing before we assume control of ourselves radically changing our minds until that experience best defines how to proceed as interdependent succulent cells siphoning from the greater massive on minimal scales carefully balanced Here homeostasis consequence in reclaiming parts of appropriated dreams found relevant to oneself seeming gentle yet subtle with the violence overall misleading to behaviors accepted, absorbing as much as we dismiss from human saviors held fragile as we carrying no disorder only localized forms of reason reinforced by unique mentalities breaking with rhythmic standards allowing conformity to be perceived suspiciously as ludicrous attitudes viewed proving of no dignity Here to save us from our mortality filtered through astringent qualities and rituals used to purify ourselves of deeper subtle layers of intersecting emotions with imprinted memories whose triggering presence can sometimes be misconstrued as comforting when one has only known dread for all their lives most without any breaks yet breaking somehow from this cruelty inflicted, manic impressions deciphered in flashes of memory suppressed repressed and utterly obsessed with correcting actions as defensive measures taken early on camouflaging anonymity from being perceived wrongly by ones outside judging those more engaged than themselves choosing to assume distracted elements vicariously avoiding detectability achieving overarching goals while fears of failure remain controlling us unaware of the puppetry swing set raw tallow ready to be turned into candles burning at both ends existential payment ringing bells tolling for us Here all along with toil and labor attached accumulating anxiously bodies left to soil themselves in layers never becoming fully cleansed…

thanks, khet_:/