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…modernized tastes it is not to be magical all the random musical community constantly searching for approval from others as much themselves as music is rape for the mind and soul should anyone be considered rapacious craving satisfaction but they absolutely will not be getting any no matter how many societal panaceas one employs to soothe those psychic wounds left Here silencing whatever of severed self one may have had to dig out of offal rubble as any other gravedigger caught realizing it is their own hole they excavate with excess of willpower alone in this bewilderness from somewhere deep, we are all divinely impossible colors running through the spectral ranges of specie trying to bring about real ideas of good death or personal growth at least Here sacramental agency becomes excrement with inappropriate management by the wrong people who carry grudges wishing only bad things upon those whom they call enemy without trying to understand where and how it is they see mutual destruction assured by rampant ignorance organized social chaos as indecision rubbing everyone raw being subjected to these condemnable traces of debt pressures excluding us from necessary conversations while confessors profess biased abstractions taken out of context, usually making such accusations into literal tainted quaint euphemisms and platitudes becoming passive-aggressive insults seeping under the sensitive skin reads as some seamy suggestive suggillation occurring legacy enough to make one so angry we turn into pale garbage as inert forces contrive to influence us subtly through soft power somehow domesticating our behavior of peculiar uniquity under the premise presented as only positive benefit for us all thus conflicting reports confusing fiction pushing friction between tectonic plates shifting and spinning rarely working in collaboration Here choosing instead to collude under cover of darkness devising schemes to further aggravate and antagonize… unseen notions flexing inside of heads translating deeper meanings from cosmic dust allowing us to oxidize and rust when our higher selves dive further ahead into micro-nautical waters as waves of superposition in vibration composing this material plane absolutely and the stuff we are born into human being that sentient animal inasmuch cringy fringe apex predators trying to hustle their way to the top of whatever shit heap they deem worthy of piss-marking with integral value enough to exasperate economic crisis climates twisted spiraling in motifs as chained to each other progressively pulling civilization down along perilous tracks bearing fruition, benevolent banality forcing us to search out each our own journey whether motivated by rebellion or conformity it is this society which finalizes our social structure evolving organically as our victories and tragedies initiating some kind of controversial goon landing Here effectively at any time changing your mind about anything you may discard your physical body at any point or let destruction consume you while all things permitted nothing is allowed sees crowded by other perspectives difference that contrasts against any given moment taken for granted or standard recreating ancient modernity derived from echoes of reflection taking on dream states, used as lens then interpreting meaning we must deny ourselves the license to do always as we please supposition as opposed that ideal of choice we believe we have Here reinforced participation reorients our occidental pathways down on conduits toward relevant currency creating new realms in which to value whatever information strikes us receiving as it transmits outward casting further rippling variations out into the ether layers of ephemeral substrata consisting primarily of our collective data and shared history as this cosmic warp and weft loosely weaves our universe together somehow gamed into becoming yet another contestant seeking logical conclusions…

thanks, khet_:/