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A skeptical analysis.

beleaguered by the red feeling on the hands, as everyone takes their part away from the rest of this mess, and the faster the dick-taker-ship can gather all of its proper momentum to put into effect the dominion of all our tangents that create the natural variety out there… the sticky syrup dripping on and flowing into pools… the inhibitions melt into the solid surfaces of things to come, textured and rich with their warm edges and sharpened teeth, and ready to sink into the swimming stream slipping under that subtle oblivion… you might think to look at the usual deviant, that there would be some kind of gnarly grey spot where the buttons used to be, but we always grow beyond the most requisite steps once that level is achieved and outmoded… this brouhaha has become the surge that any weaker organic portal would quip about the offense of, but Here i ride the delay insane, that loop intrinsic in the life always left yielding that craving desire… the heinous true confession that caring is not my first way, learning the difficult tasks of practical understanding that nicely challenges some people, and the situations that drive the pressures toward intolerable… eliminating that ruined rationale but yet embracing the symptomatic reflex of ritual behaviors, indulging those comfortable motions again and again, and still there are more things learned and wise to discover… the emotion of fierce practical recovery as the dreams make known their whims, the quiet beatitude as the severity moves deeper like the virus, trusted as the viper Here to wash your windows… dropping the eyes into the windows of the soul, where does the spirit jump out and play, but my thoughts always seem to make haste for the mechanical pulse inside of things like you or me… the dragging negative anchors, they dreamily sphincter reality through that biased lens, that black and white fake that denies the vague grey awareness of everything real or relevant… i cannot believe i breathe through this…

Thanks, khet.