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…palimpsest…

…incest in life caused by so many random equations formulated out of necessity combining into further variations as clones of a future yet to reach fruition by admission of universal guilt ideals that fall by the wayside as they are bred out of the human continuum out the substance consequentially of living right or righteously as the cursing spreads farther than just one side of the family that we feel awful interacting with on some level of awkwardness sustained amidst the complex relationships that have formed already when conflict rears its ugly head and roars for all to fear that words misused tend to sear psychic flesh as burning insult perhaps incorrectly to the way in which a certain person thinks about what the future really means complication in the hopes for happiness an obstacle that fashions itself as reflection to our quest pursuing the daylights out of whatever we finally deem to be a purpose worthy to move forward upon, admitting that what came before might not have always been perfect especially perfection in the context of ideal direction in which to continue as though a form of neural plasticity in trying to retrain the psyche to reform connections that may previously hold negative assumptions as can consume the mind with one’s deepest darkest shadow self no longer on a leash if one cannot embrace and accept it as being the creature completes the personal puzzle we are all attempting to solve individually making forward progress sometimes without the ability to defend to safety our side of the argument instead we have to dread a moment-by-moment replay of our actions leading to the inevitable doom we all picture for ourselves in some way shape or form Here slowly diminishing in dissolution, the crazy mutating as we inhabit larger and momentous charades the game naming out all collateral damage when there is nothing left we believe we are made to disappear as stolen time on which to hinge existence besides more madness being what takes this soft parade on a magical journey jerking us out of some urgent path reality where we find ourselves only villains perhaps to restart us on a different circuit of currency behind the ambiguous ambivalent agency that alluring masquerade of us becoming romanticized beasts walking inside skins of passion that find us either searching for the weak to prey upon or succumbing to what violence of nature occurs Here in the first place… to be erased as time erodes the human experience in waves that function through any distress as signals filtering information moving fluids that surge and protect for certain levels of safety set by previous caretakers Here not unsurprisingly disgusted or disappointed at the ways in which we have chosen to collectively handicap ourselves in a way that justifies nothing but suffering through the worst of the trafficking souls because soon enough that too will be gone, torn from the page that instilled with faith that there is indeed in some form some meaning to be had when judgment roaming cover-to-cover bears the arms and weight of the think tank heavily geared toward the art of conquering as fifth horseman staged to win a prize fighting through abyssal rank and file to defeat what to those great demigods look like property to be wagered next time there is warfare, and when nothing is there left but to witness the drama of trauma time and again asking of oneself as we keep destroying objects concepts and the past we are able to grasp and exploit what remains Here of lessons saying such is life…

thanks, khet_:/