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…deifying variations in search of Solace…

…wuthering crux with the human beings whom alike share emotional space to behold comedy and tragedy in partaking of their own slipping of comfortable concepts if flat-lined more ornate demise into quick sands of time previously passed created to assure one can upgrade with each new movement cropping up ready for invested capital harvesting or refuse entire concepts as any merest hesitation shows weakness to power-mongering souls who will dive like vultures to assume their status means rewarding anything with petulant praise aged toward those callous projections of sociopathy from initial salvos totaling battles though without real virtues acting statuesque, we whisper our worst and best hopes into fathomless depth unsure if it is not wishing well fraught with perils for those getting trapped within such conceptual shadow terrains harnessing our potential future in its cradle turned grave enslaved to the rhythm by helpless hands and fingers triggered to attack policy and community not to follow through being Here but take turns hollowing out these revered systems using doubtful tactics amidst acts of social subversion as shallow tricks not necessarily most plausible in simplest fashions possible because of human casualties accumulating constantly undermining people in order to get things done, trying to console oneself with comfort to explicate distressful situations while safe enough to speak freely without hesitating due to doubts guilt or fear distilling civilization routine versions of ourselves to accomplish what various tasks we have throughout the day sometimes spread so thin there is no room for support to enter the equation toward being better than before this moment the occasional symptoms of hostility are always loose striking out projected from people trying to register some kind of impact upon society whether for ill or good we know not until feeling the aftermath come shifting in tidal waves… grey matter you lose you learn areas spattered with mistakes and various other qualities accumulated in memory blurring experiences after certain distance has passed time replacing old differences of perception with newly acquired information bridging gaps through causal windows of opportunity sometimes caught gathering momentum those that bother caring about interest of specific ranges between researched expertise mattering only local to the person themselves discovered from their own pursuits concluding absolutes Here the real world beckoning all of us toward adventure contradicting many sheltered opinions whose lack of compassion and limited foresight creates selfish fiends coddled as divine from birth, every curse remains all surrounding reaching further outward to those sensitive fostering patterns afraid some breaking touch slivering web shattered glass twisting our window of the soul to open lenses through applied pressure of stress from somewhere outside the awareness humans are currently capable labels with bizarre abstracted relationships to topics selected with appropriate attentions to detail gesticulating though no idea to what depth or shape that ships should be as dysfunctional yet floating through this holy see without any proper guiding vision to generally work people from knee-jerk reactions that seem to shimmy beyond expectation in most surprising ways, especially when suspending vicious mass and viscous fluids above heads are damned by that sword which cleaves heroes once fallen into restless demons then terrorists thought quieted from sheer brutality one would hope discomfits abusers when convinced they can finally rest in peace but that is the flawed fatal quality causing this cosmos of karma to reject without question torturous acts achieved by others assuming human faces though are really prickly critters from an alternate dementia where fractal forces have no bodies offering no exit with humanity amongst the real guilty parties without compensate retribution distributed serving those as masters…

thanks, khet_:/