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Obstinate Bass

what do i know, what i do feel when i feel that i know what truth is?… is there any type of sensation that is supposed to riddle my body with revitalizing nutrients for a spirit so bound by a conventional suspension of disbelief corrupted by infernal monologues informing us all on a superstitious makeshift organization trying to defy the stigma riding high inside of us rebelling against whatever sin it is i guess as some kind of anti-soul perhaps, a restriction forcing us to console ourselves over our worst of traits and fears produced by the quaking coward in boots waiting for the storming to blow over as a then ritual repetition extends out to critical ends entwined and enmeshed into other people taking for granted the gifts at a chance of life we have been given even if it’s not as a conscious or a perfect series of systems, but twisted has become the veins and wires as when those on the outside are instead intrusive douchebags reaching into that careful structure already established to stain the dignity of the careful individuals and their works with the careless inhibitions and destructive actions of ones believing themselves privileged or somehow untouchable… a strain of music playing in the background as a steady droning rhythm coalesces from the air observing the odd moods enchanting as a stubborn object implemented into this muscular tapestry displaying a harmony of synchronization moving from the subtle station to shroud through our substance, and resonating so deeply in its penetrations of spiritual ebb and flow through cosmic wave gyrating slowly by our standards as like a glacier causing a change too personal yet to command a better mental shield that should appear and protect those unaware of this as a perception switching movement occurring between us because of this, in a distinct tension created by the mere mention of any sensitive subjects as though subjected to them right then and there to affect the mindset not easy to defend one’s self from as it ruptures projected from the vile speaker to taint thoughts away into a distracted alluring decay by not taking some proper time used building a psychic defense to these vampiric parasites attempting their version of magic that eats the soul of those they want to control and absorb digesting negative energies and positive alike though in a raw chewing saw through the mind away at the will of a person through subordination and a supposed righteous dominance to take the place of whatever ritualized worries were there to begin with in someone meant to respect…

Thanks, khet.