…upon revolving abattoir verging awkWards…

…letting diseases play caressing us for another day of droning routines as we chattel honoring that occasionalism of gods if that then this and if this then that occupying situational kinds of everything dichotomy conditioning us creature in the noise to thrive and wants to survive no matter how nasty it is out there sublimation is restricted because some want you to work as hard as you can increasing the levels of friction to beatify all things in existence Here while others formulating wickedly grandiose means to facilitating imminent heat death into vaporous rebirth of our substance towards cosmic stardust, supposedly that we are constructed from component materials from far-reaching parts though Here we know not any truth absolute while transient forces briefly build animals organically connecting for physical excursions beyond the womb biding of our times potential energy recklessly awaiting something of heavy atmospheric pressures through the awkward silences suspect kingdoms violence at varying volume toward instilling virtuous idealism though no real good execution manifest to impulsive complication triggered as such ephemeral poetic gestures deceptively displayed searching out to accurately take the place of someone eventually necessary persons in some temporary roles conveying little beyond waiting for righteous timing, passing plentiful blemished blasphememes out onto the interwebs public format forums so powerful in culling herds of us along from inside backlit screening blind of attention spans distracted enough by the rapid pace of live content as this wave continues to expand before contracting artificial intelligence to dispose of humanity this obsolete exclusion becomes ripe with corruption its potential damage as seeds sewn into the seams as stranded threads left buried only to then burst resurrected or revived as something else Here predicted to be similar cosmic tumbler lock mysteries aligned inevitably certain to exist though awaiting an energetic series… reflecting in this flesh and the infernal hierarchy slowly undone as time loosens particulate and sympathetic attachment to this everything Here unpredictably bizarre rediscovery of topography designed sequential at running relatable circuitry throughout universal whatever manifesting optional necessity to adapt further shadowing death in its uncanny valley as immortal consciousness donating our bodies to its grim sciences dark variable spontaneous exposures amid skeptical cooperation whose attention focuses only when tragedy occurs cold anger savaging reckless one must witness collected together in singular lifetimes way before necessary dawning awareness soothes shocking exotic truths because we are not ones to live them, intriguing ourselves trying to figure out how to be human resemblances continuously senseless bodies even as the idiot does not come back seems systemic without end free of the force that harnessed it into submission Here amidst thoughts and experiences further beyond stark contrast of conflicts to which can move we are part acting without question too often it actively harms others where once friendly familiarity becomes nauseating extremes twisted into heaving wretched stench when that shit potential wants out through us as vessels becoming sentinels of smegmatic reproduction fluids and filth and debris of the creatures resembling someone else, articles of the distress already layers deep weary upon our skins no matter how disciplined where too many people are distinctly sacrificed and forgotten deliberate actions Here within as this ain’t no cool world still cleaning up the last mess accumulating bodies with every secret shaking loose any rules previously established at being overshadowed by successful attempts thusly in hostility perverted keelhauling systems of defense sympathetic from all angled spokes of the globe using crass scattering tasks and tactics are to reach with pyrrhic victory bad foot upon that supreme outcome ebbing negative far too frequently for civilizations to upkeep…

thanks, khet_:/

Posted by :\_khet on March 18th, 2026 in blogging, Miscellaneous, rants & raves, w for Wasm.... You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

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