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Hallucinating bewilderments.

discrepancies from the recalled gallery of faces, and perhaps i am the one whose different opinions are not worth the digital age, they are outraged by the inane attempts made… the hungry dry mouths are craving the circulation of a new victim, a nude vessel to play within, and the tricky systems that harness the chaotic erotic urge to squeal to reveal the truth of the dark matter… scruples of a deservedly natural demeanor… what lies are inside our heads, I wonder aloud… as if to recall a prior thought or confused whim, but what is this thing a being finds itself within when it cannot be confronted so fully or openly as to speak the words from beneath this meddlesome skin?… the robot confessed and true, the only method to the madness a mechanical hinge on which to wobble back and forth along the stroll of nightmares, the walk of human toll… the blood, meat and tears fuel the ripe perspectives to rape the seed away from the rest of the wholes, like whales in the sea… where are the divisive tags which allow for the apparent tracking of the animal, in this day and age i am oblivious, and lividly so-to-speak entranced to see the rest of us flee from the spill-out… our actions betray us, the faith we witness to others has been ripped away from our eyes, and the deity made worthless by leaps and bounds in this material foundry of painful ways… we are funeral furnace meat willing to die for the cause to end lives just to wish the paths of our own fate to another day… to die another day, so-to-speak… the microcosm pulls while the interest of this blessed bliss weighs thin, and takes another stasis-stacking energy thing from this tension between creatures, replacing the face modeled to wear when confronting the practical virtues… the grinding autonomous press printing the crest of gather living eyes to sway, and utterly repress the instinct which before now had come so naturally to one, though there are few ways to survive this information as such without the erosive feelings one gets when reading this… some things need to die but do not, this immortal hinge makes the monkey madness all the more so wasted and useless, where could we ever draw the line?… especially when there are no sticks or stones to utilize to advantage where there is no material worth valid enough Here…

Thanks, khet.