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…me/we/us, Destroyer populace, sacred fauna…

…deer in headlights though it was daytime trauma drama foreshadowing weight carrying all throughout displaced guilt in feeling casually dumb and so numb having never thought police reports could be the key in understanding this predicament or at least covering the ass of whom saved you to get where one wished to go but instead was penultimate workout in exorcising demons no one should ever have to be struck by alive as of wires electrified even as difficulty we knew through impulsive energy getting to think it would work out that takes us infrequently to how we are becoming indecipherable, stellar shifting of sands to place us into our destination waiting without haste because from Here to each other moments Now becoming kinetic artifacts taking on lives and living of their own wholly glorious validity unto themselves whether larger concept comes around creeping through the populace almost viral weaving through the labyrinth of our dreams reinforcing the character of social structures we perceive as actually deserving merit not lip service muffling our ability to speak tweaking personal reality for everyone while trying to avoid terminal terminology terminating the awareness it takes to stay awake when everything around us appears fake, early on seeking may seem destructive social reality treated as others get used for various attached syndromes which may or may not trigger ways to continuous trauma being certain resolutions through personal patience complicated by mechanistic proficiency sometimes distracted Here away from possible jobs good enough in localized true intention of reinforcing intervention ways to salvation beyond salivating over funereal obedience humans mutually participating in collective death worship in order we might classify as god itself monster with many names combined alongside fundamental doctrines at large awaiting the end personal luxury acclimating to hardship outsourcing survival hearty constitutions whittling down… our rights slithering away as liberties that could not be stood up for are betrayed fabricating coffin-shaped claustrophobia among those constituting this massive population before we even reach the precipice of dead while cut off from the wicked sorting process of society obsessed with results absolutely complicating communication with territorial pissings considered treasure from every participant instilling ulterior motives confidence in those intimidating others hoarding such value to themselves navigating easily enough Here to be demanding leadership animal cartography bullying as sinister platform seeding plants of terror and horror from the edges of wherever it will later create broad panic, madness instead filling gaps in consciousness provoked into relentlessness haphazardly juggling suddenly too many loose threads wiring wedged weaving back to fully functional serious tasks the main priority Here only if truly capable and virtuous with whatever tools one has at hand conflicted complications while solving puzzles generally anyone else cannot engineer solutions for whose product that becomes artifact after many concept edits manifesting imagined ideas into physical density finally resulting in the antiquity of uniqueness testing energy thought and time encapsulated with questions as portmanteau “uniquity” tried creating to condense and convey meaning and information in barely accurate words, in searching out enough clarity to feel one comprehends not overwhelmed to have it be timed by assignment though with not every novel mechanism gimmick or gadget making it through progressively difficult processes of critical scrutiny social compacts made over time from mutilated trust are caught in sinister actions disguised as civility catapulting suspect litigation into the fray pirating financial traction becoming frustrated stress pressuring us into place for the benefit of others out of range to reasonably blame for damages accrued with respect to distance being factors in transit parallel entering the shame trance having guilt written upon us…

thanks, khet_:/