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a beautiful necrosis like assisted suicide built up by the betrayals wind up dead one wrongful assault on character after another because only a handful of us are built into a handle on things where kinds of corrupted solution to sunshine blind blues now formed by slight depressions unwind as situations that kill us with proposed sickness cures these ills of which dissolve our choice from sensations of freedom to belligerent nonsense freeing us to not feel anyone else’s everything cluttering into our own point of view as a confidentiality as con games played sometimes against the odds in a taste of that biased winners’ dark side breaking bad with broken doll demeanor innocence lost with the tongue for the flavoring of the weak casting off the useless shreds of decency docking up with our tribal tribulations catastrophic as they are twisted by tainted that tripe of tremendous tripping bliss sub-existences access only through hearts which burn and die with an holistic winsome plight set aside for whatever the occasional that has then gone on to create functional access to spaces colliding with the broken passionate patterns railing each that may exist Here as a consequence whirling willing world of our dreams in action manifesting the arts of fact or the facts of art taken enough seriously or liberally in parts, talking whimsical visions into becoming this entity entry of more appropriate than truths appropriated for a dying charisma gods paid sacrificed lives dearly enough for which a simple following never fully appreciated by all hardcore devotees and conflictions making questions over doctrine with their belief in systems that may should all ways work well with others no matter the disparaging arguments taken up as debated epic document of humanity’s extrusions out on from the nothingness in that out there vast enough to pour oneself through as light in a lens splitting spectrally from one beam into a multitude of vital parts as intrinsic fights against a mental gingivitis of stagnation and atrocities of a kind lost in our own imaginations, but we know knots seeing what we do is what we receive in resistance to that socially standard imperatives are the impetus as much the obstacles in our respective paths as realistic tunnels of self digging the dug already exhumed to the fumes that can catch a fire starting and to burn a hole through that as truly the unconditional love some could believe is universal concepts overlapping unbeknownst in those sacrificial jams as much to those stoned and toasted individuals oblivious to an obviousness shadowing each step eaten away silent footfalls grasp forgiving to ground oneself social survivalist for as set a moment until this time warp bends over the currency of violence in the centurions of our times forming aeons of historically-inaccurate factuals passed on and expressed as those fundamental blocks nailed us to vital as landmines hidden further than peers amid the trees and the animals as we wander on empty mindfields mostly by ourselves as this is the lifes’ journey for each of us to pretend as we like in playing as adults Here maybe for those first and last of times… thoughts are very much deriving from my “h’alf-assed ‘h”umble opinions formed with the threatening aspects of imagination that any others cannot handle the profusely prophetic profanities spoken harvesting their spells by disengaging the trancelike stasis from those openly inhumane aspects of ourselves still residing inside of the mimic pulse animalistic within the upright as professed representative gone mad in nature’s wrath and furiously-acting simply the bacchanalian apollinaire striking the oppressor dead by delivery alone, cutting other faulty wits in two as wired with true eyes one’s own lash of a potentially lethal combinations of charisma and crutches of practiced foolish motions to activate various centers of energy held back by the uninformed of formative spiritual essences of which we will sweat and bleed perversely needy of some hypo-contra-dictatorily parasitic affectations of some substance as through a vampirism psychic and socially effective considered a fringe arrangement of ancient movements as described in those elementals greater in ways easier to quantify as ‘beyond’ ourselves while Here in playing the medium as someone else’s piper turning of a danse macabre into both their wakes and the paid performance artists traveling a circus of a self-worn rutted coarse road as those soulful maps drawn out through mental resources yet to sour at that old source trickling into our minds as faithful discourse dialing into the person you are speaking to with as direct and honest the clarity that has occurred as naturally as when we choose to use but may be proof of instinctual voices kept at bay for one’s own reasons and troubled consciences in convincing any other in debates of declarative statements subtly promoting the ego to controlling status, and dominating by threats of debt and holding future generations form for this bureaucrat and more than likely his bureau-crass-crazy ass scheme to curse the Other’s family with a stigma so unrelenting that nothing but those intermissions of these personal agents of the general law inserting themselves as deeply into the situation as possible while infecting all with the same kind of govern-us-mental spew toxified up to the waste in fresh err burning rivers of drinkable water, but it never stops there either when the transference of power warps us so dramatically as if the elixir were only the material component manifested to allow the spirits to change our minds instantly by the doses traded as we chose to the point of perhaps a kill of the jerking behavior as the plague wraps its deadly beautiful poisonous fingers around all our thoughts…

Thanks, khet.