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…concrete Blues on cement brick…

…hatred fed upon by other sources trying to take what they can from the corpse before even dead enough to choose whose mortician makes the most sense as we all graze on the livestock taking up space while we decide their fate forsaking the company of others in particular as strange particles excluding all outside specifics because we are the only thing alive that matters as far as the solipsist would think in this tank reinforced by false confidence corrupting everything in closest proximity using destruction as tool in consecrating decimation on worldwide mass scales without having relevant justice applicable, all of us monetized and monitored then scrutinized for impractical reactions to compromising situations yet corrected Here mazes of wonder dangerous and fickle as one becomes easily distracted by ominous things getting in the pathway promoting sudden halt to premonitions vying to seek reasons conflicted for this absolute conclusion used against us when we think ourselves imperious crossing paths with all the wrong people further reinforcing an insular perspective convinced on how right they are the reflex correct dictating de-constructive criticism to exemplify their personal superiority over others subduing through implied inferiority catering to the hideous social parasite lurking within, inside those layers of universes couched myopic sadomasochistic elements of self-hatred shining through sometimes bewildering oneself and other people at times looking for grounded perspectives when yours makes no sense Here colliding with other conflicting viewpoints as repercussions echo from previous collateral damage striking harsh consequence without realizing how human resentment can build and establish festering wounds lineages long enough it might feel curse-like sometimes especially if no one clues you in subjecting oneself to becoming sacrificing on the cake without ever realizing that one is the offering to blind idiot gods in flesh and face condemned by judgments tied… familial slide from beast unreasoning to feeling being and back again once the repetition of cycles continues Here an unholy trinity of communal pressures to participate even when there is no one there to appreciate you and vice versa witnessing daily progression in the incremental assertions we deem worthwhile triggering dreams of better lives collapsing social structures born before us currently today warp and weft weaving together the cosmic puzzle we try vigorously to define conceptually maps of the universe we both see and cannot reveal yet as it unfolds becoming something different than ever before perceived this life parallel, currently shocked by the withering touch of nature cradling our core spark alien currency resistance to this physical plane of existence present tense preferred by people who are making decisive distinctions between themes and media transferring the collective influence circuiting behavior we have become accustomed to at large through soft subtle influence engineering our thoughts while we casually absorb our shows reading our own patterns in those implied embedded in dramas layered with symbolism in scripts and writing that takes method to mine struggling to convey topics and tropes carried by characters who embody some member of the audience watching, gawking as though rubberneck at the crash site driving by hoping to glimpse gore large machines broken heavily-wrecked presenting as twisted metal scarring the highway or overpass perhaps flaming amidst panicked people nondescript because all your eyes search for is the tragedy aware that too much diverted attention could get one into the same situation ignorant of what better defense reflex than merely offensive-weaving over the road saves one from similar fates skating the surface edge of cesspools one is barely convinced are there fathoming the compare and contrast depths of quality versus quantity as we contemplate this reality flowing…

thanks, khet_:/