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sphincteric vowels

when one walks into a bar it does not matter how wet or bright or pleasant it ends up being as the time has come to work out your problems first-hand with nothing else to guide you except your voice when there is only a dark at the end of the tunnel you could consider the grave from within as retrospective behavior strikes when the impressive layers of humanity are shed for the solitude that can come with insights too personal to merely mention as a casual side effect noteworthy when relating to one another as people, at various times in our lives we have to confront how we treat ourselves as reflective projection in others see our actions as being viewed judgmentally and from an outside perspective of understanding what it means to question out loud this crazy opportunism that takes advantage of each of us some taken a bit further than anyone else as that journey affecting how much is absorbed as the span of one’s life motions slow writhing from inside of any upright walking chrysalis as our body adapts to, but as adaption occurs we change as often in those subtle degrees shifting as our ideas on linear time ticking away reconditioned to surrender faith to chambers of fate given the gravity of emotions and thought that anchor us down to variations of the subjective madnesses we each contribute to as a whole in this society that shies away from any direct action and would rather live with fear clutched as a valuable trophy though the exception being that no thing is so worthless as fear… our foul sphincters whisper phrases that remain unintelligible or indecipherable to the masses in the bowels of our core being exposed by the odd shocks awed by the creepiest words manifested from mouths kept closed off when there is nothing worth saying when even cliches cannot reveal more inner truth as psychopomp perhaps flying the soul’s memories to a distant deck of observation that sits outside of our current paradigm broken by infestation from all sides, traces of the influence in travel flung just as far as that unwitnessed future set ahead of whatever we might perceive time frames our ability moved on toward another destiny without all the stops and trills turning this communication of information into the radical consonants constant throughout revolution as it evolves to become something more than a caricature of society whose intent and content have been welded and looped madly together selective and with deliberate motion to inflict a particular notion upon these wary people as a framework for puppetry raised with guttural symbols to places of power, and used as figureheads for the authority speaking in harsh voices forcing bodies to move in the directional options given them as though any children could possibly learn from these proxies as mocking the real debate of issues necessary to confront the heart of many speeches forming the basis for all of our theories and arguments as myths permeate the foundations and our home while perpetuating the domestication of the populace from the police state all on our own…

Thanks, khet.