…wanton follies of Ithyphallic fallacy…

…magic wands wandering to create ithyphallophobia on which seasoning of parallel natures contrasting soothes say savage parts pulled from past discrepancies tasting cruel tea every step of the way aging forward disgracefully bartering life time and energy to what one once believing was always true as foundational or fundamental becomes false meant talisman holding our primary intentions horcrux-like in its grip forcing specific development over time where vulnerabilities can be exploited easily by incompetent manipulators waiting for your corpse to cool somehow relying on personal paths to self-destruction to eliminate their enemies by applying full intolerance proceeding from various directions, we concede riddled with heavy metals thusly creating neanderthals minus any connected network inter-webbed as today stumbling over distances in an unfathomable torrent of information and strange anomalies counteracting some of what we have been taught all along often without the slightest inkling of what else is to come next Here tracking details as they follow the reasoning deductive inasmuch reductive of overspilling panicked frustration caught up in confusion because of the profusion of reduced unions making things feel isolated and extreme constantly expounding on cycles of recreation poetry pertaining to metrical combinations of two trochees followed by one spondee, humanity depones tragedy affecting a wide range of creeping elements seeking conclusion from source the epicenter for feeling guilt and remorse mobsters do you think they’ll ever love the mob even when that mentality never sways under their direction specific fetish for control and strokes of dominant power play gone in deviant opposition to compassionate actions and real conservation leading us to realize the fantasy of hell complicit in the surrounding dysfunction that occurs acting as missionaries from one frequency while on yet another becoming mercenary to reinforce the standards one has belief in to reconcile the disgust held deep… proper motion moving our own heavens and hells in equal measure though not always compensated the same ways Here suffering through civilized torment reinforcing staked claims we never knew before shifting realities contradicting truths somehow confine each other if breaking into fantastic rationale allowing for human error as prevalent to occur en masse in order to facilitate social experimentation fomenting personal tumult and misdirected hostility when the mind has such a terrible taste that some preferences to drop dead are dully duly noted bored with comparing instances of contrast breaking molds as contiguous neoplasm of pleonasm lodged in plastic continuums, squeamish disregard as cowardice sets in carapace hardening becomes difficult hide of devotee to the human condition whose trying camouflage inflicts so much collateral damage collectively caught in-between so many mindsets receiving multitudinous signals with our material brains compensating for these precarious circumstances of existence that there is no good measure by which to garner good rulerships bypassing currency flexes brought to heel confidence games playing reckless with each other sustaining ripple effects that tragically reach further generations as with genetic mutations spreading germs adapting to the err humans seem to take for granted incorporating established complex forms felonious leadership, fallible complications testing umbiblical proportions to hoist the moist into the sky as resonating case of the vapors in flesh when purposeful being reborn onto heathen earth laid bare inasmuch barren by the time you get Here my friends and enemies calling out criticisms of your own while finding experience utilizing this journey and others in cosmic conjunction as it has always been foretold by someone though trust no one in particular unless allowing oneself to think critically in assessing various situations yet understanding none fascination with edges and fires only works for so long before it too is gone…

thanks, khet_:/

Posted by :\_khet on May 13th, 2026 in i for Ipseity..., poetry archives, practical theory, subdued wisdom. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

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