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…everything overshadowed by hesitant actions requiring absolute focus and inner quiet or stillness from which can be drawn the calm enough to see through the objectified subjects that appear resolute and unstoppable mental integrity breaking down and breaking badly because behavior minus some kind of savior savant equals tragedy limiting what the potential naive initiate has to offer in sacrifice to show loyalty seeking corporations to empower with a pound of flesh granting bloody wishes to the right dealer in taboo wares and goods that perhaps can do you favors because of course finite conditional commodities compare nothing to labor, savoring indescribably vicious suffering to wield as a weapon against whomever crosses your path because for someone like you it appears violence is the answer demands applying machine learning for their violence to be spreads further than it should or needs to requiring counterpoints to present as obstacle in the way of absolute rule satisfying inner dialogue in anticipation of horrible things to come whether natural disaster or otherwise becomes clearer as the ages wear on ahead and behind us as well lessening the lessons that don’t remain weeping wounds as mortal lesions causing us to mutate endlessly generations permitting, falling into the traps of traditional constraints as they have become over the centuries turning us trying to reproduce the same pliable product in assembly line fashion to yield consistent results even as these tactics appear more uncertain than they seemed as alchemical compounds discovered and lost ages ago when the elements were simple to behold and reference in esoteric materials becoming grimoires and exclusive to a few eyes and hands as time went by in ways that allowed for certain information to occult and disappear from the mainstream realms as they evolved further thanks to science and technology succeeding… where we could not defeat innovation by default we assume what the cause or interactions between the multiplicity of elemental forces comprising and compressing us into place for as long as we are convinced of the long con taking effect affecting our demeanor feeling demeaned to be Here in reflection of the son in whose god becomes this undying myth complicating arrangements whether cordial or formal or casual are not necessarily ordained by the orthodoxy in power finding their authority by consensus to shape whatever doctrines they are wishing to change to plunder advantage for themselves as well as proteges, towing the line conforming when the needs arise to defend the institution over individuals who may claim restitution for their ancestral devotion to pay off in this immediate stance looking ahead toward the future in attempting to prepare with those one confides in to share information and support under guiding principles when childish cowardice offends the obvious sensibilities deemed to be the reigning empirical data from which our statistical analysis is drawn for proof and evidence ready to twist the communication of truths as any other bureaucrat capitalizing on weakness in others finally as an agent of the social chaos, natural digestive offense drawing upon congress with the clues yet left for us to peruse between calamities to learn from our mistaken opinions of the past tragically rehashed to subvert current persuasions counting both for and against our humanity being correct in this far-fetched game riddled with varying intentions suddenly present with then all other conclusions within sight appearing empty or void or sterile as the only things allowed to survive the banal environment these intense metrics of style accepted conceptually as rote material from which to appropriate references no matter how false fates delivered become saints in this fiction…

thanks, khet_:/