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…Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia…

…longing for some pathway to make sense amongst all the amassed nerve endings jolting awake Here while taking and collecting the data from past phases of this life for granted even though process capacity is limited by the human mind utilized as filtration device to absorb the vital particles of knowledge perhaps by some cosmic osmosis that no one is ever aware of really because of the much larger scope that everything takes on as branching essence reaching out to every other part in order to connect all pieces at one point or another, no greater vision of the picture at this level as very few individuals who resemble us are that alien side in general basing rather their application of caution on our ever-curious selves when dealing so directly with us as beings generating panic on a massive scale if anything were to trigger instead of deliver these notions in true neutrality as our paranoid ideas take on lives of their own once an artifact threshold is fully passed beyond as larval chrysalis might be if the contextual quanta were to juxtapose over the human experience as unique as the flutter-by who dies to resurrect as the moth-be-he-man immolated sort once the old skin is to be sloughed off as sore or ulcerous flesh in debridation and cast away to melt like wax used to make more from our stuff, teeth once used as weapons now rotting in the skull when that is the negative case upper or lower one seems to prefer knowing the return to dust is inevitable as mortality is slowly embraced hour to hour soon becoming year to year as whatever odd begins to stack against our favor no bone savvy Here as the brittle and fragile summon what strength they have left to survive the torment of life living itself out sooner than later… degradation of the neighbor reflecting a deterioration of self as deuteragonists attempt at explaining another is to be present in this stage as test recapitulating pain to give it away by ending one phase of a casual journey making amends while searching for something with past lived inspired a motivation questing without greed or reckless desires guiding us too naive through these forces-that-be Here as though walking through a dream, scouring accountability for any reason the demons exist inside as much as outside of ourselves a parallel disposal of goods and services when no supply fits a demand desired by the vaguely hypnotic craven horde their blurred presence in this dimensional realm as finally able to wreak havoc across all planes of existence once someone opens a window to the soul when we believed in the magic of youth as catalytic converter to the social juice we squeeze from our loins every day this way collapsing the function of waves into particular issues that matter most to all persons still birthing alive through wisdom’s wedge of elder abuse to get its hands on those yet to form from this miasma that kills, capsize contained conditions caught by tenuous tissues that harness and launch the image codified with multiple maniac meanings to elude as an innuendo whenever subjective material reaches part crux part apex part faux the breach all condensed into a shape that travels as though some scene where a gozarian destructor asks you to choose in what way this destruction takes place forcing toward newly-cleared minds all loose of clutter to stay as heavyweight puffed-up powerhouse prepared to fight what little can only be speculated about when the cosmic dust finally settles around larval constellations with starry-eyed reputations presented…

thanks, khet_:/