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…the ledge of know creeping as Nothink…

…it feels as though we are all born to play villains with brains wielding tender puppet strings over this marionette ingrained and stained from the beginning worming its way around youth grown up cult dedicated to twisting idolization of innocence manifesting reckless destiny incremental covetous behaviors shedding light on those initial perversions of human reproduction to extract and exploit into commodity with even the worst results utilized all throughout their lives exchanging very little in order to stupidify as much of this heathen earth as possible to reach digital medieval fascism quickly phrased disparaging as something bad into collapsing waves, clinging onto lives always wanting to keep an impressive superposition overlooking everything trying to extricate themselves detritus from these mortal remains though leaving us all demarcated onto serving these undeserved archaic reclamations to aim through this jeopardy maze while social attrition gathers momentum continuing on through our human capacity excessively as tepid nod towards that inevitable jaunt into unknown territory we must all gather the gumption of inertia crossing through to search for surfeit in order to suffer as others do when our emotional intelligence wains admitting pains under standard conditional sharpened survival edge that cuts us all so deeply, when having no other choice reeling from lack of options amid such paralyzing juxtaposed Here between a rock and hard place with odd immovable obligations at times Here locking us into conflict running against unstoppable inevitabilities when things go dread rather than comply with demands souring pursuits of happiness any expectation crumbles without personally specified permissions leaving us at dawning evenings with ourselves incapable of understanding our missteps that connect as dots would if only we could derive it into an actual puzzle instead of the prickling anxiety reaching nervous frenzy over special nothings when everything counts in small amounts… cliched it may sound eventually seems sensible to those lazily choosing interpreted scripts without reading for themselves which allows others to define for them these contrasting opinions instigating what is on their minds randomly dismissed as more senseless artwork referencing other time frames adding vertices of information as they crosshatch into diagrammatically interpreted reconstructions to be deathly ad nauseam analyzed prying eyes attempting to objectify through the lens of incompatible aspects sometimes absurd adsorption to the layering surface thoughts accumulating data in bits and bytes that culminates in distracted beasts and displaced consequences for unilateral directions pushing conquest ideals further, Here the restrictions conflict those unable to navigate ways around because judging minds always want to know the details of what is truly going on searching for divinity though lacking the ability to sense the abstract and esoteric without fearing for sanity as concepts are believed to reshape our perceptions together and as separate individuals assumed lost and wandering at times requiring guidance whether this helping hand could be deception means the doubts flash through our eyes when time comes to question this corrective authority maintaining aggressive ideals for sake of appearances while manipulations of all sorts run rampant, scamming us of the earned dignity of independence we are made to look forward to in our pursuits toward contentment as mediocre as that may be it also helps to assure the more cautious of us ways to camouflage whatever darker parts of our ride perilous even to ourselves collectively enduring what generations have done before us as we are now often trying to manage paths through varied darkness and enlightenment filling your god with all our feces and fecundity stepping on the respect of everyone while engaging with exception before blissful ignorance becomes abyssal joy brought on by dismantling others…

thanks, khet_:/