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…our excrement Exorcising from inside…

…visceral words gotta exorcise our excrement from the insides ignite fires feral behind the eyes Here projecting so much forward it is overwhelming to sort through fighting frustration at the localized individual level whenever conflict arises in circulating harsh consequence while amongst all who involve themselves yearning for simple solutions as that awareness fades hermetic with time flitting by rapidly unyielding to anything but natural forces omitting absurd speculations to find serious answers when applicable appear throughout those dissolving boundaries lingering aspects difficult to describe certainly promulgating without fail for phasing out imaginary friends whom have never left our side, trailing thought of conceptual realms as we traverse this nobody’s land of our own minds Here stowed away inside the melon which refers to that attached head though skull to the rest often these motions test the certainty of stability movements must endure in order to be successful as repetitious routine suspect with narrowed variation proceed cementing our perspective through experience as the internal memory space fills in unimagined gaps until they haphazardly occur in some cases excising whatever personal accountability trapped by the light as lure only visible in the darkness as distraction looming lanterns used by vicious creatures, existing in the abyss riddled not with bliss such depths one could call hellish or extreme sensitive to social deprivation becomes more pronounced with each step forward scoping out the wasting of our colony the foolishness to run through obstacle courses reluctantly attesting to somehow lacking attention siphoned to condense debris amidst sensation Here officially-contrived perspective management imaginary militants marching to and fro with compromises in loyalty harvesting their capability cut short by cunning stunts called reckless by the mass absorption of these feats in civilization assimilated to calibrate society sometime becoming novel when necessary to evolve with the times… necessitated exercises rustic genesis of language in our need to be heard by those whose opinions we value are deciding what metered pathways we can absolve as our own Here finding direction in going forward through this space cantankerous and whilst traveling anxiety boxed in by virile beasts fecal littered everywhere outside trying to find safe passage without gagging throughout this gig economy currently on life support as sinister selfish sources sinful would rather cut off supply to demands for oxygen on the planet as fashionable miscalculation overnight turning our heathen earth dystopian when any of multiple resources suddenly stops, irrevocably shut off changing landscapes we cannot escape from nightmarish as we attempt all manner of thing to assuage what dire situations domino effect are happening for revival to survive chaos unleashed feasting on our morals and ethics primarily to seek better outcomes while tearing down established marvels from the past that are thought to serve no use to fill our needs now though by replacing facts posit speculation with lying detrimentally plausible waking the repercussions of consequence made clear in failure and mistakes affecting all other things Here shaking off lessons one cannot hope to satisfy in this life, authorities achieved by checking off boxes left administered toward sensual confidence ideals will work out no matter how difficult it would appear those regulating public information Here as social filtration system embedded in the civilizing infrastructure at this point in our shared journey to each individual forced to conquer our fears no matter how afraid of these chemical reactions riding our frightening tightening with every separative motion through this organic whirlwind which is our person at whatever declaratory phase our life has taken are cautionary tales perhaps left untold as journeys played out nonetheless considering how twisted by our environments…

thanks, khet_:/