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…weariness for the same, boring flaws And anxieties, gnawing for years…

…finding it difficult to write in a form that stays conducive to a flow of thought, tangents galore tend to fold in that process ensnaring attention as the snicker-snap of the trap closing in on you, if only i could perform some conversational magic upon you as the new savages are those thinking they know… to derive inspiration from the desolation of workplace happenstance while those on toiling methods become lost in the madness of achievement as it builds up the concrete and expected absolutes upon our shoes when taking the metaphorical long walk off a short pier for real in life this time, though never as others were predicting to occur as the worst of the worst case scenario viewed in a televised vision as fact projected onto the backs of the heads of that row in front of us traveling backwards and trailing the furthest most from those leading us all perhaps off the cliff side if we never start questioning where we are, knowing the journey is half the battle well on our way to the interdependence of a hero’s journey for all of us if we can handle living through the consequences past obstacles in our paths surprised by the bad eggs laid in the way, to shuffle a step at a time in the somewhat elusive atmosphere of natural flora and fauna corrupted by the primal urges to adapt to our noxious chemical trails radioactive through the darkness of our past story to illuminate the faults and foibles passing on pressures to weaken the other links in this expansive chain of events carrying from one broad stroke to the next upon the canvas until finally seeing the light pass reflecting from anxious display to penetrate direct lines to fuel a personal drive… those sensitive to the ride are allowed to be the reluctant ones that perhaps are martyred first among the rest by the business practices that keep this machine of humans chugging along the tracks set forth during shady missions manifesting destinies of pillage rape and destruction that recur still far too often to retain lingering effects cast through all generations touched by disaster and swept under by wave upon wave of unrelenting dismissal and belittling of actual grievance, left turning ‘the-foot-in-a-grave’ into a martyr’s plight while trying to align with powers-that-be that might instead wave some magic-fashioned wand that is actually the most mechanical of staged trick yet created by this thing-within-a-thing the echoes of hundreds of dead civilizations have kept cumulative through all those bodies stacked after use for the flames that’s us in there because truer personal hells come from the anticipation of damage foisted upon us by unknown attackers, a perceived awareness of the violence possibly so easy to take from us and use as lobotomy against ideology selectively determined to serve in cutting away whatever growth is perceived as malign not beneficial to the rest of a given situation taken for granted perhaps without parents awareness as to what their child becomes depending only on what seed was implanted while the growing achieves the usual expected results as larval scout transforms into sexually-mature creatures spreading diseases like strange organic crucible burning away impurities through inevitable compromising events overlapping and creating these incompletely-replicated beings seasoned by drifts winding along with spores or virus carcinogenic in the reflecting god through our shared behaviors manipulating a system Here for favors stabbing and hammering taking pieces of what is already something to manifest other paths amongst the dangerous hangers-on as we pass… crude and unforgiving layers of betrayal in retainer for sale Here…

thanks, khet_:/