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…partisan artisanal arsenal paid for duty getting laid out and keeping fed up or lead down the paths towards superficially-viable wonderlands which quickly turn the other cheek into drastic needs as no good trying to fulfill by the standards espoused by those credible institutions who ride the lines between meanings in order to gather the necessary funding to remain around as long enough to affect changing ways that catch on the flip of each side there is Here that can either condemn or commend each person to suffer through the absent-minded slaughter of every individual being somehow engendered to disarm general laws over direction though not the others as they are represented by different parties where no one ever sees, deep shadows sometimes beyond that of a proper contextual or easy conceptual breakdown doing what one can to survive the taunting dread that changes us from within no matter the scars so at random that lay upon our flesh that it can only be anyone’s guess at best in trimming away fat of the land cropping up for the harvesting that is enduring this way when nature relies on the scraps left outside to allow its unknowing armies to feast and digest for itself storing faded information that subtly exists in various forms that consume swallow and absorb all aspects of life as it still lives, evasive lucid fiction stirring the pot calling the kettle obnoxious all the day playing the majority for their vapid insult culture existing as this affecting the world populace with such fervor that no one ever escapes until times that final curtain call is met with equal parts surrender and silence upon marinating upon deathbed woes until much time has been spent thinking about the meaning of life and from where does it stem in order to branch off into these beings we see with aftermaths attached that haunt and linger Here… that require ourselves to be harangued by outside forces of all the time Here becoming shit storm fed one needs to be a trooper to combat the surrounding feces that builds empires ready to fall almost as though this was part of the formula that caters to lost souls trafficked in deviant aspects that crowd the acts out of the periphery as extremes sought to be seen acknowledging that few things will remain intact as long as there are insufferable entities to be dealt with, captioned by the capable who dismiss the classic for the novel from which anything within the everything sits and awaits to be fully created as perfection when viewed through the mind’s eye searching for clarity in order to understand what is shaping this realm and all denizens inside of it triggering emotional and mental quakes as various social traits interlock destroying what tethers we have already set into motion the seeker and their objectives going the limit for what they pursue as interest wanes and motivation ebbs we find shelter amidst electric circuits currently shocking to life the ideas that seem as the dreams that open us to new plateaus unheard of before this dimensional warp and weft weaving together the disparate elements, synchronization of the anachronistic sensibilities encircling our regurgitated thoughts as they spill upon the page with unleashed passions for which we cannot forgive ourselves so easily trying to retain some semblance of sanity through the narrowed perspectives housing Here the douchebags and derelicts as they collude with each other in contracting tribal orientations to explain the discrepancies of power that inspire within us deep regret and guilt over what it could have been if different…

thanks, khet_:/