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…when our pressured Quantum hits the fan…

…quanta of data overwhelming spills over into the abyss where it only stares back silently waiting for your final steps destined to end can it be there are many possible death throes before we are tossed out again like prospect paradise dolls full of hopes and dreams getting reamed by the systems in place condemning our faces and stasis stained as social blasphemy dominates lessons to be learned from turned on to the dropping in of tuning out because no masters no servants no equitable measures true facts twisted vocal artillery used by those armed enough to be using them, correctly and effectively enough Here shunning human contact tempering social relationships beyond trauma while storing the potential energy to explosion biased toward service to clean up afterward instead of compensating for the original problem defeat those unwilling to try being better people tied to this rectum of destiny caught undulating within the density matrix existing much as we are today wishing for greener grass though often defaulting to chemical shortcuts in our path of least resistance lifestyle lying to ourselves at luxury when assumed because integral genetic and ancestral material pressured by biological atmospheres rendering us useless at some point, nature swallowing the bones that turn to dust reshaping that potential for energy back into something else given enough time passing craving silence until such eras of consciousness again require bodies to move and access these lower planes of action in progress subtly informed by processes we can barely comprehend Here in our shared quest to reach outside suffering as inevitably certain and absolute rule of natural law those core issues of free will and freedom constrained by moral and ethical attitudes questioning to clarify consequence of actions chosen and words spoken said fighting against the rioting quiet of death… subversive applications bereft of depth or compassion for others claims continuous materials recycling necessary to keep the machine going no matter how flawed and defunct believing we can repair the damage once seen driving us to reform and revise policy as it applies in individual cases creating consistent accumulation of studies and research rich with layers qualifying momentum and forward progress as blessed steps to approach the future without anxiety once trapped though still in motion moving quickly as plasmic rivers of information searing conduits of memory into the raw meat of our brains to find and create puzzling pieces, in making sense enough are going together building towering babbling ladders to reach whatever heaven it is in the out there lingering long enough to get somewhere different than now Here making excuses for lack of visible constructive progress applied to try assuaging personal fears and anxiety quietly putting that direct pressure upon our reactions self-assessing every mistake managing to reshape this living ship we have become through those ages lived before us setting the scenes as they flash fronted and exploited by delusional perversions of the truth whose habit distorts perspective levels that echo through history as it repeats, finding oneself lost in the pus worked scraping out the infected masses from our collective insides to display as mere actors mirroring each other for life as much mereing the boundaries as only one mortal can limited by their lifetime storing the energy necessary on this map to create that Hamiltonian function or an operator corresponding to the total energy both kinetic and potential of that system forging the quantum occult in dimensions of abstraction logic and experimentation practicing simplified rituals to interface with reality for each user engaging it in this way becoming familiar with controls finding grounded stability…

thanks, khet_:/