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everyone has opinions like they have assholes and no matter what happens there is that stink that wafts off from these long shitty tales as like trails leading us back to the roots as they weave and wobble through space and time as Mankind’s hideous overmind takes care of things in this processed world we have as it is ours Now that the punishment has met the crime after a long midnight walk when dinner was finished another veteran in the universal harangue of options washing subtly through the brainpans like water through a drain, a few things sticking as little clogged pieces in the wet debris clinging to various perceptual filters developed over these experiences that shape our expertise fragmented and narrow to see the prize alight at the end of a cloudy dark tunnel some might call a tornado of souls reacting when the dark frightening strikes them as the large tree in a heavy storm calls down the fury from the sky, but just as the fury of the skies subsides so too do the harsh words of others dissipate leaving the residues of “do not” between the ears of the listener who hears that lesson reaping the reward of keen observation devoted beyond a shallow view of doubt in what consists of in this inconsistency derived by a perception as this consensus reality we expect as perhaps functional facsimile to the entire holographic universe inside of our heads… occidental accents sharpening in witty criticisms explaining opinion that hurts with the interpretational void used to justify the diatribe as weapon to abuse the artists lit like a fuse to create fusion making collaborated feats work as efficiently as possible though no magnum opus Here all those who enter Here unless it is you who is including a conceptual “magnum opie” that a naive or ignorant child which does include that juvenile accidental outsider work abstracted from these harsh acts as narrowed halls of power tightly pressure squeezing onto the reigns as a deluge they pour, pulling those of poverty-struck behaviors from chance encounters with entities that have no material basis as in creatures based upon this rowdy versus the reserved conservative opportunistic nerve that pulses and pushes away with the frenzy of as mad sociopath doctor whittling that bared oil spilled down toward detrimental proportions that further pare down in groups specially attuned to those currencies as social order that occurs though in being this drained from within requires efficient cataloging for a progression to continue throughout all empires and governments, but our urgency to catapult through these low tides of terror that occurs when the moon and sun stir a cosmos like this from fiction to friction from the stranger truths in the out there where catatonia and in plagal tones of paranoia we ring louder than the harsh words of the enemy or predator whose missions of cutting down the flights of fancy that take youth by storm force us to see ourselves in a new light that flickers form from the flashes of insight enlightened to be conformed to by these desperate wanderers left…

Thanks, khet.