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…tawny punks and Lionized dandies…

…fearful of others hatred for us because that exiles us from our routines fashioned out of examples we are brought to confront Here as we grow up into supposed maturity with wife appliances and offspring to treat dismissively as though their opinions will not matter enough in those mass debates to come later into the future we are so stupid by the omission of our guilt lacking response or explanation of our actions with regard to whom we have hurt most offensively creeping to eke out measly existences without ideas of what comes after that mess evoked into this place, to absolutely hate oneself and the life one leads not even the family you thought you could trust gives any fucks about your personal success unless it benefits themselves universally no one cares such is the poetic justice of life Here as our fears are well-founded because we are such vapid individuals compassionately that nothing short of personal apocalypse matters to us we consume others as readily as we consume goods and services without pity that such cruel and grotesque mockery of humanity exists is shameful thinking ourselves high above animals yet having descended to such madness time and again, our depraved actions are unforgivable throughout the disrespect we show our stupidity inasmuch our intelligence covering all points of the spectrum without once considering the feelings of another so inclusive are we that as friends no one remains but foreign influence trying to resuscitate and relinquish all prior unacceptable behaviors yielded to through difficult childhoods disregarding self over correction by barely there parents wishing they could have been better people instead pushing issues unresolved warps the upbringing to such an irrevocable extent nothing is redeemed as quality of life enters anhedonia and affluent disregard for any wishes other than stability… people are wrong never appreciated even when they are right because the Now moves on so quickly sights have not even been seen there only the aftermath of emotion and intensity left glowering Here most of us unaware of what just happened as we reach for labels to answer even when they lead to shortcomings and incorrect stereotypes making us all hostile to each other overall weak cowards pretending to be human when raised as special by insecure idiots who blame everything else but the motions committed to as authority when truly fallible and fragile egos are the only tools, ponderous behemoths of raw incompetence as giants needing to be slain by oneself in order to stop what terrible reign occurs if we do nothing acts that weigh upon our conscience hauntingly never asking permission only forgiveness for becoming tedious executioners without questioning the orders given because it would mean exile and social isolation Here which indirect societies can not tolerate once in motion to fabricate movements like money out of thin err with only grief as the reminder once the dust settles around the impact site while survivors end up carrying horrors lasting the rest of their uncomfortable lives, mesmer-sized triggering by tricks which cause us all to become our worst selves structuring the chaos seen fit to swirl around our presence through obsession and curiosity clashing with practical reality whose weight of authority pressures us into acting as upstanding citizens minus the zen leaving only the yen to crave something as might fit whatever hole in our hearts as weeping wound that never heals just irregular convulsions letting us know we are pieces of shit struggling to be authentic or genuine without stigma yet ignorant of the facts of what it takes to have compassion regretting every choice…

thanks, khet_:/