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…shadows punxsutawney Filler, be wary..!

…the howling esoteric playground or sandbox however one wishes to define the fluidity of these spectacles creating spectacular hands of fate as though to wave magic wands or that are capable of making distinct things our own though not exactly as objects especially fabricated being just to be manipulated by thought alone desire for control within this head we have to give in order for shared science to work efficiently or else running risks of everything put all in gambled away because caring was the last condition that would ever be imprinted beyond this grave situation gone souring sources reserved, caught lurking underneath where no one taut should ever be teaching living how deadly can we if we never died instead that unknown person though roaming about is separate from dead in no madness trying to avoid or veto vocal intensity to which makes them uncomfortable human menagerie of correlative vermin crawling this heathen earth with contemptible chaos corrupting whatever it touches Here though never instantaneously but over time rot as slow poison corrosive making demands or at least eliminates that functional command we usually take for granted being alive without any universal guidebooks to help us out of situations, engaging with that core of relative interest specific odds stacked to take advantage of whatever rewards can be reaped as they tumble to the ground floored by the amount of pressure each constituent part contributes to the overall structure no matter if even social or physical manifestations of these things representing confident solidity which one can rely upon daily monthly or yearly but never into infinity or beyond as stability and consistency trading places quite often to appear flimsy or whimsical or both always rooted in the abstract and absurd theaters of engagement from where we pull our righteous attitudes… boxes full of critters however their temperament once released Here becoming article of fact viewed from many angles attempt to find weakness able to be exploited by those with ulterior motives when they can acquire the resources enabling fearlessness in full swing tempting themselves to try anything their hearts and minds can conceive to desire needing only the self-permission to acknowledge these aspects of alternate humanity fleeting sands in hourglass figures reducing our lives to time frames that never fully fit the pictures displayed while searching to confirm or deny reasons to push forward through distress toward goals perhaps nonsensical, at least from when an outside observer looking in witnesses nothing special Here just shadows and confetti left in the aftermath of parties celebrating the ends of apocalyptic edging enthralling civilizations fetishizing warm sensations at the same time sensationalizing affluent opinions that crop up as though were lawful behavior working within democratic constraint possibly collective shadow work to stave off nuclear winter or summer or whenever the occasion calls its fury forth to annihilate unsatisfactory humanity in its choice more often to offer obliteration rather than compassionate care worded so as not rile the animals up obsolescence preferred to compromise, swart swirling abandon becoming commercial ensorcelment captures short attention spans subtly enough to trap us each in personally-wondering how circumstances ever allowed for our arrival Here the circus dances doing whatever it can to ferry souls across the gap or void which stares directly back into us the more fascination it absorbs triggering obvious obliviousness with intensity so tragic as to siphon our very ideas of free will into subservience of the worst kind no regard for what emotional conflict we are going through separate and together to find answers where possible though not always plausible acting within these constraints…

thanks, khet_:/