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…old testament versus bold Estimate…

…feature cramming much into one creature that the details become lost until multiple views choosing clues to become something deciphered rather than random charades that exploit the naive creepy old misers forcing distant relations contorting themselves in order to be obligated for the residual resource siphoning layers of depth out of life making cuckolds of us all because we are so vile through humiliation censure old world righteousness conflicting as it inflicts itself upon others trauma before understanding the turmoil derived from these opportunistic acts that seem like goals though there are no opposing teams to force you into default, wordplay as though nothing matters but why so serious as we decide to guilt ourselves into waiting for the right moment which never comes because we must act upon inspiration without hesitation imitate convenience in order to mask most efficiently even though there is no compensation for the amount of grief we have had to consume for being different defining deviance with accreditation prosaic statutes from alternate sources acting as tinder to emotional flames of aspiration enough to displace endearing traits of sacrifice made artifice because of many generations bequeathing their issues onto the next generations filtering through any reality, hatred building to such an extent structures of antipathy promoted writ large that we are handicapped by the tirade of pacified fabrication every amount effectively trying to master the puppets we have become even though capsized zombies becoming mutants of the new age come to pass Here without pride in what has occurred achieving new heights constrained by rallying cries in oppositions of forgetting that arguments thought finished be heard again creeping into conversation converting people whom know not any better or greatly lack critical thinking bathing in suspect afterglow flowing distortion shows shining vibrantly in defiance of our capacity… anticlimax enter as life fades away when those sparks diminish from the eyes as windows to the soul if you have one to speak of terrified that nothing will ever make sense again as we progress through the stress of the everyday seeking comfort and moments to relax without condemnation steamed out when heat applied compressing an animal as much possessed human as repressed by conforming to the society that harbors regret at support for those lesser than because of many overlapping consequences fallacies and happenstance disappointed inasmuch disenfranchised because lacking of obvious compassion distorted situational analysis next taking advantage, totality of dread overwhelming our appreciation of moments while happening the creeping serious extent to which we all feel constrained because Here mise en scene of misestimate culling herds with infotopic conditional programming enough intimate intensity we all respond to which keeps us under social constraint through personal thresholds of discombobulation pressing out water from social pulp so-to-speak catapulting into ignorant behavior the scraping wheel of relentless motion chafing us without any thought otherwise gripping the circle of life with a white-knuckle tight apprehension while riding with this thrill kill cult called civilization rarely as helpfully civilized as once claimed, simply skimpole depressed candy for the dandies that lie enough in this house of bleak on which yet we all seem to savor painting on appearances because too many things are happening all at once without our direct consent slimmed down by lacks of consumption and manifesting oneself into glorious recovery since childhood aspects taken for granted defiling until independence makes us restless creating fallow lopsided portals as bastitch half-wits imposing themselves upon our administrations without enough people unanimously agreeing this current figurehead is an aged turd coercing us into feeling conflicted about anything Here breaking up our vital routines…

thanks, khet_:/