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…Wax the cope acidic…

…retroactive tactics invested in may yield a havoc-induced harvesting of the future for all collateral damage inflicted Here locked in a vital struggle with ourselves more than what lies external to our gathered wise moves forward through the etheric sonic reducer that proves our hearing useless at some point or another but not without senses to compensate over time once we breach that hope of rescue to realize we must adapt to our surroundings no matter how brutal the hands used to guide us through dark waters as we learn to swim considering the introduction of that fear and dread to levels that permeate our collective psyche without mercy because of how much we are so inherently linked yet cannot grasp the patterns, overwhelming to a certain degree that doesn’t yet allow us to retain memories of other things as though we were there knowing at some stop along the journey we must succumb to the various thresholds that weave together this frame referring to more things that may or may not be relevant in a world where the absurd and serious are married Here among the many dichotomies that exists for us to compare and contrast so much information over time condensing of topics sometimes without a sense of reason or rhyme nor any justification as to why the cooperation of this organism designated self for reasons beyond mere exploration at this point when are we to consider how special we are as aliens, on seeing ourselves within the separation of nature as much our removal from direct connection in varying ways that still confuse and frustrate even action as choices people make to procrastinate and fragment their own lives trying to find a new seed of inspiration perhaps only too far from our grasp as long as we do not actively reach for approval in an appeasement signal to nullify the strain of tensions where worlds have already collided creating a psychic shrapnel radioactive and radiating outward suddenly shocking those nearby… defiance that puts down the warrior aspect with no more good gods left in the reserve like arrows in a quiver yet to be sprung with devastating accuracy upon domesticated people such as us awaiting where fallout will go once the thermonuclear mind goes critical though leaving us curious when defensive conditions can return to normal at least each our respective versions of any subjectively-maligned context exorcising poisonous demons into the consciousness who then go about promoting mass dysfunction as normal, when everything floats in that conceptual stewing series of data attempting to sort itself out with human appendages still utilizing access to medieval memory through the digital archive that now seems omnipresent as much omniscient left questioning where we can place that ‘omnincompoop’ or rather universal idiot to represent that naive innocent or fool we all start life as in this most superlative realm some would prefer to call home while others are trying their damnedest to make the world worse off than when they got Here, intent striking hardcore deals with shady characters that don’t care at all about who you are or claim to be as their victims all look the same to these hostile creatures shaking their fists at what life has to offer them choosing not to accept any literal proof as warning sign that there needs to be a change at times necessary to survive the pests that an holistic acceptance of nature as it stands would throw at you because their mission is to abrasion and digesting the unwary then disposing of their dead weight when all lots are drawn…

thanks, khet_:/