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…a Nico-tainted screed…

…trying to get off the damned island of my own devising… divisive devil made deadly assassin and avatar to death itself when momentum finally fatally catches up as one gets pulled and stretched too far in all directions to be handled safely, one cannot help the humans who made us who claimed us as their property before walking away as though having never had invested through in a wretched woebegone place henceforth taking up those memory spaces that fade away before ‘dimentia’, or perhaps better put like this as conciliatory decrepitude and ineptness that follows us as we drift each unto ourselves traveling in our heads through to escape our bodies in the experience of dimensional dementia moments before a final sudden attack… one has trouble discovering ways to recover from such blank and bleak strands of imagined decay even though that final curtain as one true dour fact certain for one to anchor ideas to the shape of ships when there is no terminal nor absolute that does not have some bridge to the next moment Here, where the worst mingle with the best and neither of us knows the difference until it is far too late to understand fully or objectively as emotion builds parallel alternate constructs of similar potency enough to fuel the fires of anger and more shades of justifying revenge or the symbols of vengeance against each other again and again insane at times from the perceived absolutes creating and carrying out a lust for blood sometimes to the ends of reckless destruction without caring for whatever collateral damage occurs, poisonous people applying their malignant behaviors in trying various attempts to paralyze and afflict what full powers that can be summoned for any total domination served best distracted by our own talking points while also becoming our labors’ lackluster results ending with ashes and dust and to a complete self-destruct as no other choice martyr harder than the rest of us left last from the rush to rusting delivered toxic sources from their whacked awake hot take statements on fashion as much as whatever they think they know enough about in order to get paid laid or to the next moment… even if that momentum of confusion from all the ways we are left to distract ourselves Here reveals a waiting as much to die as to begin to live afraid of the worst that could happen through dialing in stronger and more dehumanizing of those worse case scenarios to stay up to date on what has been happening in our world for some time, only now do we have the well-earned advantages still fighting against a corrupting active wave of hate and a clinical yet hostile critical edge utilized as a scalpel in the most compromised of situations to slice through and affect partially a body afflicted as a whole political and social as much substantial and economical in the journey to get to an interdependent conclusion where all of our invested energies benefit, including everyone and all their sacrifices made already whether in the names of alien representatives appearing to wait at a cosmic call center somewhere while signal busy and realizing you require their supervisor in that particular vision of an imagined alternate parallel construction created by yours truly to clear my brain for a page… in the pursuit of insight my writing becomes almost automatic as words attract differently than other human animal needs can in less obvious complexities over time, but still elusive reasons continue to attach me to suspect routines, if perhaps only slack and nicotine stained until death…

thanks, khet_:/