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…nature as technology we cannot fathom much as the sea whether holy or more so we cannot ever specify so we need to erect statues and monuments as physical representations of concepts we could never handle in our puny prismatic minds as they shine light upon the darkness within though as rarely understand the greater cosmos Here which impairs much exploration or at least gives it that extreme bias making further fruitful exploratory pilgrimages unsatisfying when offered as one of the many things that could be pursued plausibly making lethal fools or remarkable survivors of those exposed to the world, deities come fashioned in many ways that betray their nature deeper than purely bestial affectations mocking the transition into humanity by making us an offering to be burnt by our suffering in hidden pressures crushing initial independent streak of survival in either rural or urban setting because there is no comfort to be had Here when the structures whether literal or groups of people whom comprise the institutions steadily sanity becomes eroded by too many offset details sometimes discovered all at once causing alternate effects all depending upon which direction one is compelled to go as closer approaches get further, horizon lines surging brilliant defiance possess the urgency to move beyond the stillness of this moment eaten away at by other moments colliding to open vacancy for the next momentous occasions to contact arrive and distract the hypocritical pharmacopeia that prevents us from ever getting the proper fixing drift self moderation will not convince us of otherwise in our erstwhile attempts to keep up with the rest these days perhaps upgrades in the head that would take months to recover but discovery of some kind of an Extra Sensory Perception would be scary and exhilarating though colliding with consensus reality… resistance creating friction electricity capturing hearts with innovation because we are still primitives trying to act as officious as possible in order to succeed become this thing as we recreate you whoever that happens to be in the end is all that matters between these worlds success expressed in the compression of luck as it exists within our conceptual truth of personal practical realism that attacks our problems assertively for us through a lens which we can observe the best of times and easily dismiss those harshly overwhelming memories that resonate known as the worst of times from our heads, let the natural organic nanotechnology take the animal compulsions from our fragile character to be replaced with something more suitable to the environment to which we are expected through blood diamond magics extracting value draining matters of fact from the relay of humanity trapped moving back and forth slowly slain by the vicious repetition that kills us vitally hungry on our vitality to exist ourselves trying to make an easy target by dissecting the meal into parts or pieces taking place as though on a stage because they can act as if nothing is happening as ego gremlins devious and wicked devising, the devices of those exposed final destination slayers who choose to digest us first as nature would and does in final say eventually cutting off what will feed the creatures in the noise some that annoy the civilized impersonators claiming fealty upon realty they barely have a say about especially being tricked into those physical hives one could call apartments which houses the vast multitude those visions in the Out There still life sizzling waiting for more obsessed with things and their inner workings and why they are justifying every imperious impiety society as organized humans is capable…

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