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…Ectorgasmic plasm plagued by polymaths…

…fatal perversions of ourselves hide everywhere though do not resemble us precisely as we are mutations of imperfect clones most not grown in laboratory settings outright dizzy from the amount of pressure put upon us to perform like diamonds in the rough thoroughly appealing not to every demographic out there exaggerating the story to take some kind of advantage Here as anywhere else on the planet suffering through opportunities taken not given each of us doing our best though never prepared to teach the next levels of thought based on these steps forward moving as much in feats progression backward, traveling with the scenery rather than looking back introspectively soon defined by purpose though what happens when we have none does disintegration occur so rapidly we dissolve into stuff before the ledge of know was breached left dumbfounded struck lost doing anything to catch breath and keep pace with our hearts in tandem to the flesh of our minds searching for answers distracted by so many other obstacles in the way decay pulls us in too frequently with morbid gravity phobic strobe effects we are all included Here stuck dumbstruck by lighting that stutters throughout the darkness of our thoughts, lives seared and scarred as that shine triggers something deeper painting full spectrum of colors that elicit emotional responses within us whose responsibility it is for us to not impede the motions that lead our collected massive the conjoined collective living out their lives though miniature microcosms embedded into this state of reality we are never meant to see and actively command from the outside instead locked into subtle states of conscious continually beckoned to other parts and spheres of the cosmic mysteries as they almost mechanistically play out whether we assert our participation or not makes no difference Here… stray fragments of each other shattered and frayed enough to break edges into us wedges of rage and embittered progress even when divorced from sensitivity to this reality without defining motion forward Here thresholds that can hold us back if to scared to move many times afraid to separate from fears that rear their ugly heads as the hydra spitting shadows into the mind connecting dots and dashes to authorize help needed to buoy oneself through the onslaught vivid that casts waves through us conflicting our well of tolerance when we cannot resist any longer requiring sources for our indulgence, sociopathic discretion when audience members collide causing riots for and against understanding respectively though neither has clues of what the other will do disrespect because of myopic focus staring into the sunshine blind eyes of cultists who have found their version of god on heathen earth somewhere through smoke and mirrors as much as calligraphic chicanery trailing whatever documents and signatures are left behind as commercial version of holy relics from the masters from industry buried in their fancy crypts and haunting all steps anywhere after rapacious specters never relenting if ever they find any firm anchor in your mind, horrid visions as much mine whether asleep or awake we spend years dealing with the baggage we engage with on the regular basis sometimes too much as cravings waiver our flavor of poison to the lips hypnosis in the err of our ways as we dread the next day but still do not die yet continue to decay and fade as time progresses with or without you testing words that might carry on from following those sources beyond us as though docile creatures or able to become domesticated somehow eventually our kindness or brutality would win out training the proteges…

thanks, khet_:/