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…analogous to memory attached to the holy see that sets us off when made to look at the mythic as literal representations in a heathen world filled with excess frequently overabundance going to waste in some charnel pit somewhere eventually drawn back to the source that preserves us Here for the time being even if we never know who that is until one stepping closer to an edge truly unseen almost appearing by surprise as if a trap of the worst kind springing up when we are at our most vulnerable and fragile without agility to stop before ride ends, lifted perseverance while compressed amongst the marrow-filled depths relying upon principles to lead the way to better things through having to risk something vital in order to find out if it is worth it taking the time to memorialize what sets us apart from each other and our common cowardice that most people not unlike anyone else testing their mettle to determine a plan of action some strategy to guarantee survival in such decrepit places occurring when chasms of disparagement remain gaping sores feeling each painful distortion in those forces that be Here as committed as it is in nature, cruelty of intentional elements swirling prevalent preventing reality from getting through the barriers erected narrowing specific gaps through which to receive information in order to engage with the situation properly and appropriately while no one can be bothered to observe how things have then changed sometimes for the worse others for the better or at least as we have allowed ourselves to be convinced Here convicted of ignorance not taking in details and nuance as layers shading the facts as inspired work is more difficult to come by while everybody and their extended family is attempting to make an income… finding the words without some sense of naturally repeating petition as patterns go written down to be validated by those who know what they are looking for considering the sources of this animal flesh that bears witness and attacks tries to adapt boundaries without leaping before thinking through completely wired differently scattering of lives living through this manure heap that values only higher and larger amounts of force each finding their own ways to the top fighting against the funk transfer of the zombie eaters relying upon the wells of knowledge planted to grow deeply ingrained impressive seeds laying groundwork, assumptions climbing the most fruitful trees disarming us with dysthanasia or a bad death when haste falling from grace exploiting the ignorant though savage dance through damage introducing lessons back into the mixture hot mozel tov cocktail left shattering displaced glass and shards of fire in the paths of others walking over burning coals harsh character with nothing to lose one is said to truly be ready to ascend hammering on in bedlam cantankerous attempting to assert values making senses work overtime amassing missionary positions to assault as much insult others with your perceived higher purpose in converting the cretins, imaginary stroll down brilliant avenues of thought perfected streets lacking random acts of violence though also the luminous stains of the people whom find this particular version of reality abhorrently conformed and banal keeping its people corralled within contradictory ideals morals and ethics forcing profuse conflict into the situation igniting fiery anger and disbelief reacting adversely as these patterns of distrust are established and spread all throughout the lands then world allowing that such rhetoric unsettle their citizens and those generations of children intermingling until no discernible end within whatever fallible history supports these tormented visions of worst case scenarios…

thanks, khet_:/