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…demogratis, hard to live, chud d’Vive…

…closed off in the carcass deeply needing to express the heart inside though given inadequate tools furthering what misunderstood can be observed Here wading through the cesspools of nightmare fuel because to go under the surface means losing sight of the goals one has embedded are tugging in the direction to which we move suspending the context into some nuclear mushroom-shaped throw pillow burst of feeling creeped out caught slightly checking out lost underneath the ruins of our birth surges in the nausea fluctuating overhead if we can hold our breath floated far-off buoy-like the choking masses crying out conflicted, with political parasites that know where and how to tickle the right keys in getting access to the king-dumb in charge corrupting our youth with true horror stories of domestic terror Here by default hebetation as sharp edge gets worn down over time broken away from engagement our social senses find dark centers as the equilibrium wavers in our descent beyond sovereign attitudes marking the parameters of manifest destiny left for the rest of us to eke out an existence under extreme amounts of pressure as that life death rebirth society which surrounds us condones the process as progress enough, no cosmic congress great enough to save us from ourselves Here sacrificial jams made official by the time we get to this planet without invitation only nine months of gestation before breaking bad to assume consequences when nothing makes sense with this journey attempt honing our perception sharp to make things better though complicated by asymmetrical layers of timing and obligation reinforcing routines to further imply we to survive but still do not know with any surety that has yet to be considered absolute remains even as the variation of laws and dynamics defies subjective insignificance caught battling with meanings… living many lives trying enough to suffocate the extremes out of us but fails deep with thumb striped across our throats meaning though we are sentenced to death in whose certainty does not rival that of abjectively documented periods of civilization caught accumulating in our currency before us trying to always assert however we can control our own snuffing out through serious turnabouts of fair play flexible beings confused cannot seem to shake loose the stigma with reality of mutable proofs signifying multiple truths exist at once Here doing our own research to prove our points of view are valid, debatable tangents out for discussion even though street level people are suffering because enough are allowed to fall through cracks in this system consistently enough it has reached stalemate not check by people distracted amplify ideals of correctness whether political or not to avoid being shown as the fool dividing people using cryptic phrases and gestures of ambiguity capable in gaslighting others through their own expectation serving no other viable use in life except as privileged parasites feeding from the kindness of others while replaces with deepening rot asserting that it does not allow you to alter itself taking refuge, kinetic co-pathetic residential coping to find answers while dragging around existential baggage that barely serves anyone without triggering that worst case scenario instinct that may lead one to flight or fight behavior in lieu of collapsing new buildings as old empires fall apart seeking pieces after redistributing harshness far too long defying common denizens by incorporating stark contrast of interests between self-sustaining ideals which risk never manifesting fruition or investing into better treatment within systems that risk becoming corrupt over time usually defaulting to latter day dumpster fire bankruptcy of saints tainted Here by the lust for power and control…

thanks, khet_:/