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…scorpio rising in the age of Nefarious…

…hardly anything seems okay maybe at first but later revisions would say otherwise criticizing being simply dumb or even just happy whatever that might mean ending with something in the way confronting obstacles every day fighting against the ponderous labors which define our owned qualities of life Here seem demanding character though realizing to attempt for oneself seeing through the bullshit even when hit with unholy seizure leaving many to think possessed but by what usually resolved with madness dictating random encounters in this assembly of bored people provoking always attempting to pervert what universal truths we may have left, after civilization has been so thoroughly throttled that no one can make out what it is exactly we are supposed to be doing without proper guidance we inevitably fall into endless challenge while trying to say to ourselves the work to toughen up our resistance to how much this world wants to scrutinize and study every possible specimen available to slake the thirst for empirical experimentation no matter the consequence profoundly pursued by scientific sadists who hold no compassionate stance without some kind of selfish benefit to be bargained for thinking we have secured privacy and safety madness of houses, defined parameters in this surveillance culture with surfeit intensity suspending our disbelief spreading it beyond the boundaries of our perceptions imprint upon the brain reflections of reflex memories that twist inside our noggins most often realizing without our consent except perhaps when choice has been manipulated to such an extent the intent becomes corrupted software telling us to drive hard beyond our future into vast dimensions chosen to carry on save our life functions our savings of something grifting through life without so much as any mention this is what it is to feel like that you know over time… the wreckage of stars beyond us fluff that caters to preschool formats as numbers and letters at that as such given we must understand symbols and their symbolism as best we can Here wishing to believe in other things than oneself to coalesce and connect and deeper levels than thought because the continuum as we know it has been denying forward progression in that regard subtly subverts the systems present to create natural havoc synchronous with necessity for the machines to take over as madness predicts once obsolete who knows where are we to go only speculations allow any reprieves, heathen earth meeting cosmic traverse but in what universes can we actually exist simultaneously without interference persist pieces of oblivion toggled by forever death becomes us with all of our bad habits stuck in the vortex of self contemplating privilege and substantial tangents from that expected plight all relatives die leaving us no evidence to claim using whatever means to compel ourselves forward through the grieving process which overwhelms us by depleting our resources Here plight of rudimentary services tools amongst the flock of psychic police keeping up with appearances though terminated in which as can explain only very little, as we are moved through whatever turd reich terms feel shittiest come to apply Here being heavily populated this exclusive punchbowl becomes more and more of the cesspool we thought it was deterring us from success even if we choose not to drink from these sewers which all in bathing believe they are consecrated disposable holy amongst sources as the collecting debris float along with this supposed overarching psyche feasting upon component parts that controls us and our movements in order to stay functional as technical deprivation can accumulate dispelling what various details become apparent accentuating mythic defiled substance given…

thanks, khet_:/