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…shedding layered phases of selfish self through ego death during the maturation process exalting sacrificial cultures to guide our own in the desire for meat and its by-products even through what trials of ritual poisoning that seem to occur Here oftentimes thought subtle extracts of our mistaken misadventures in manifesting ultimately claiming we know our rites of passage to attain greatness at the necessary sacrifice of ourselves and others though concerned about at what cost hollow and otherwise become applied by other people living through oblivion to tell the tale to reinforce lessons of acceptance in learning from our mistakes, deciding what works and what doesn’t whether odds are against you or not in this harsh world of heathen earth its either good enough or not enough as the simplest of thresholds even when words becoming twisted equates to misery the longer left to linger this pressure appears viable reinforcement Here nothing goes as planned unless micromanaged and microdosed irrational numbers engaged with integers whose integrity comes under question as abstraction takes different turns breaking of phrase and logic into alarmingly triggered warnings of impending doom from those whom speculate much integer factorization as decomposition instead superposition of composite numbers, accumulation of nuanced layers representing people as the physicality of these traits into creatures random and reckless too often at times yet still able to impart lessons and impact culture no matter how bankrupt of morals or ethics Here third-hand descriptions of suffering turn mild in comparison with varying selfish levels of personal strife and sickness finding it difficult to view as analogous elements of the overall human experience as witnessed through separate series of eyes to search and find results on their own somewhere that unless studied stays uniquely mysterious attaining iconic status becoming mythical in some shared ideologies… once poisoned by what linchpin of our obsessions become rosaries in hell as red flags for those unaware of brightest waving until one acquires those smarts aspirational justification aside because impermanence lies alternating truths to permit strange things as fictional friction wanes and our imagination is freed to compromise dreams of composite beliefs social mosaic blending various influences together siphoning whatever soul collectively can be surmised while before physical arbitration disintegrates market anarchy forces proposed capitalist collapse as pundits predict Here enough in repetition that it would seem as inevitable as seasonal patterns absurd assurances unpredictability whether nature or nurture, expressions defense of beauty in chaos swirling dichotomies becoming grey as concepts are interwoven establishing larger expanses as are through collected ideas being refined and honed to impress points for clarity which may appear too much to many though to those few it sets precedent for moving toward goals accepted trying to hustle handles on love only to find amidst lust and law that people preferring to have control are those whom would wish more handle less love whether this is the ideal or not sometimes we seek to cherish what cannot be ours and regret embodying our personal weaknesses, sways as magic circle into mandala reinforcing banality and doubt to restrict oneself throughout what incremental phases of life we find ourselves conflicted and weighing our options to establish sanity and stability as necessary steps to achieve what we are raised to want sorting amongst all the variations then found Here resuscitating space for ourselves feeling psychic barriers breakdown shifting whims as sensitivity dictates newer perspectives opening dimensions never viewed with human minds before believing in discovery questions hardly asked when appearances seem topically skewed wanting substantial confirmation of credits to play the games splayed active in front of us…

thanks, khet_:/