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human urges are not perfect as sometimes they drive without thinking causing implied casual insanity of the everyday we try to face and to conquer like proper lords and ladies spiraling out from royal strains that equate to the passing along of seed saturated to other lines of generation when considered the only means as reproduction in this state of the art as advanced as it may seem to get at once certain and chaotic as dynamic engine of the cosmedic whirling, cosmetic surgeon stirring a caustic drama whose worries are shaking the continuum into pieces thoroughly through dreamy explanations that mean little to a few though still we sight truth in the turns of these phrases as we do burn with a fire that will not just expire in merely a few laps of the cesspool conditions conditioning our systems to tolerate all these toxic wretches in the civilization looking to dissent-creating zen descendants out there whose unruly behavior can be taking us as society for granted though demanded by a classic subset that believes in a savior to sum existent, and yet the fiery joys condemned by those who believe the worst about us as species oddly speculative and wanting as spectacular heights are dreamed of by only the smallest constituent parts of an ominous murky depth clouded by the rapid motion of procreation in unregulated blind profusion as the tadpoles seem to fill the swamp at the bottom of this gravity well to overfilling lost in uncharted wandering without the guidance necessary to fill in all of those gaps produced through the lack of sensitive attention paid to the slight variations that make us distinct from one another… the strain of weight has been placed onto our backs to burden ourselves all throughout life and stay worried about living it out as purport of properly managed lifestyles and affairs embedded in this human drama vivisecting this substantial vital essence into hybrids and distillations of traits and taint passed along as well as out there among the masses as massive if not more so than they used to be considering the changes in both the climate and an atmosphere of fear influence spills out like oily residues of the past creeping forward among us, in a variable genetic context that cannot ever be tracked as exactly or is specific enough to be taught as fact to children lowered on the totemic poles of opposition further than anyone else as the potentials filter through the system’s infected weeping wounds as tragedy eats us devoutly devouring each and every piece savored by a complex array of humanities’ saints and sinners with knife and needle teeth equal in each bite torn away, but spill no blood as the gore and objectified parts fall off to be picked up clean for another pathetic attempt at coexisting without help from those deeper ancestor spirits as acting judge and jury for the cosmic trials and tribulations left Here to live with our own devices as a technology builds the universal structure uniting us all while also at once helping track our very downfall as absolute…

Thanks, khet.