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the Strangularity

the self-fulfilling prophesies triggering a constricted air hole through which to breathe in the tiny bits and bytes of informative fuel that can inspire us to greater feats of whose foibles are tracked in consistent lock and step all throughout our cycles on this planet making a sub-optimal choice for our own reasons as seasoned by our individual attitudes and perspective suspects subjective in this a rat race made misery to quell curiosity that humans naturally feel in spite of the programming used to seal us inside, to determine a fate for ourselves when the weight of the world sits upon our shoulders each together though apart as clockwork cogs barely cognizant of the system surrounding us working a motivational motor of mojo on our parts through the demi-semi-quasi-waiving sounds that seem to be a stewing throughout the cosmos as echo chamber opened from previous endeavors’ experiences taken from one galaxy to another to optimize the leveraging of energy, but a tested delay in living this way as our bodies are temples of worship or a warship to be decided by our minds alone how to pay tribute to this civilized of a ‘saprosanct’ (sacred decay) community occluded inhabiting a bottleneck of beliefs squeezing us all tighter together in order to rid those felt not contributing to the state of present situations stuck in confusion and frustration as we stare down the barrel rolling toward us in bullet bright dreams blocked out… own partial assessment for these consecutive consequences shedding fear and a taken-for-granted ‘endarkenment’ (an opposite to that enlightenment that we might attain personally) which propagates the distorted perception of a fate worse than death or the modern corollary of a debt moving people to terrorize each other with no real provocation except for our own system infected that they inhabit shading beyond grey to blotted out hues, out of an irresponsible fear of fear to name and analyze all of these traits tainted and ritualized to form habits both redundant and repeating in the same games of abuse used to rip us loose of those odd former remains of life seen through that glazed filter trying to fixate the irreparable parable that once led this society astray though not for this sitting because this time i have a meaning and message for you all in an attempt to understand all of my audience and vice versa, and so what i need you to send me is your fears and their meanings as they relate to you handwritten of course as these are not to be mere texts or emails but as letters mailed to me personally to help me finish a special project that requires this outpouring of personal phobias to which those participating will receive a decal in return as an exorcise is to be in this a vital connexion between what i have designed to execute as planned idea and into a large audience who shall remain faceless until i see handwriting on a paper and then lay claim on these fears to release you…