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foul vowels rhyming in the bowels…

a sonnet as sounds emitted from our mouths made of manners on matters in which we need to listen closely to support those egotistical ideals of our selves as the independent beings who crave hearing all the myths to reinforce our chosen traits passed along through in a blind primordial darkness whose many obscure senses have layered rhyming patterns under an ideological translation and intensive analysis bordering on a psychosis sometimes, deep within there is a harmony uniting us as the universe on a truly fundamental level that remains harsh judge of the asshole ways we act to each other without concern or even thinking really as it is a timing of that which we speak when we think we truly do these things for others as much as ourselves a throbbing pulse of movement within the indifferent sounds of silence as a daily hum it roars along in subtle undeterred motion beneath the waking surface observant, but these are things more than merely some dissonant echoes crashing into each other in their relative radiations of collision though creating further repercussions which always travel farther than their initial conditions divulging to us the secret living that is substantiating and sustains this existence too many take for granted as absolute belief calcified into view as stark silhouettes of ourselves in a zoetropical fluctuation stuttering through time and space leaving psychic trails as centipedes in the ethers… our flicker book faith in reality as a linear construct shunts our choices away from any openminded appeals of the heart whose certainty is always in question by the impulses of one’s mind and preferences to be used a maintained cycle of behaviors in order to suck the seed of the gods and become golden as well this raw pantheon of ritual torment proliferated by the established ways of a masochistic masculine tyranny cruel for the sake of its cruelty, maybe to appease some cold dead gods of whose old patterns are integral and so needed as the newer systems require the updated versions these older formats of previous paradigms as like a shed skin when the world births itself anew to a crack loose from the chrysalis haze that has warped sight of our visions into clamoring conformity capsizing from the social pressures to bursting though this never can stop us from speaking our minds no matter how inane the reply to this cosmological hemorrhage, but we are not alone to hear and interpret these messages as they strike our minds with informations whose priority was ill-perceived before it became overwhelmingly clear in frequency being mutants of this harmony many times disagreed sounding opinions enough to cause the stirring of dramatic emotions when incongruity appears innocuous at first glance as the quality of accord an ideal shot toward leaves the mind dirty with thoughts of unrequited romantic joys evading the hearts housing humanity’s standards and practicing of compassions…

Thanks, khet.