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the Bastard Brainchild of a Personal Perspective…

the unstructured self, the laughable scaffolding that underlies the raw formation of random material, and all the drama that leads us to our futile self-representation. the weakness is our strength, and our ignorance lies in being/allowing ourselves to be enraptured by whatever we may choose to call beauty, what may be more correctly pronounced as distraction. the inhale-exhale of energy spent, through years of practice, made into the powers of speech. there to behold is the paradox of interpersonal communication as a whole. what do we create within ourselves that needs to possess more than the form, but that indeed forces us to view the function of those forces that be. the growth became a cancer of intelligence, the single-minded instead of the single-celled organism, and began a plague of toxic shedding of darker pieces of swirling shards of self. some with the appearance of glittering gowns and happy faces to trick the prey into bowing their heads as though towards royalty. puckering up to the celebrity parasite that defies all real necessity or applicable use.

Thanks, khet.