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…my life as a Donut…

…round after round in repetition competing with my attention for all the components that make a good review of work for myself whoever that may be Here where no one cares except to read for being this dehumanized creation filtering out the worst of a possible situation knowing to some degree that poetry is not my bag as much as one would want to wish self-sustaining habits from this caustic triggering that makes us all-too fragile as our fates flicker in and out of sight as the true ghosts we are flashing back to the past for brief instances of memory rewiring our present state of the conscious whole consuming itself, without regret or fear for what’s next by any wavelength of the imagination stationed at our doorstep as though welcome mat seeking only to be stepped on with none but the most passive-aggressive wiles that may appear charming when are really actions of self-harming though not necessarily suicidal tendencies idealized or romanticized as optimal ending for the human being involved without real consideration for those one leaves behind left still living through the bullshit baked to perfection from confectionery mission overview awaiting some testimony to take place confessing all the shame and disgrace one feels compelled to release before too late with self-serving engagements too culturally important to waste or cancel, in shaping our future at a gamble because glancing blows in this rumble don’t count in the overall score of a game where one has to thoroughly knock down the opponent without forfeit or disqualification ascribed by the judge as participatory official there to make things as amicably fair as they can be in biased plays at physical conquest to prove who prevails from the momentary idiotic display of violence whose powers lie in forcing attention to focus… holding the other accountable for their actions can be easier said than done in the modern age of localized conquering and gains on dividends achieved that some businesses use this aggression as a model by which to structure their newly-christened institutions by attempting to survive by older versions of this tactic crushing spirits whom put up resistance causing a shift in morale and public opinion which accounts for sudden changes as the human massive begins to carve some equity or stability away Here at what seemed immovable objective seeking out to be left after all those cryptic prophecies come true, regardless of who wields power at that present moment because it only matters in the interim between extremes of the worst case scenarios in coming to frightful life legions of independent substance going under cover as soldiers siphoning information camouflaged by the intense intents of ulterior motives moving the dogs of war into some type of attack formation Here once the enemy is confirmed to be removed from the board while keeping other pieces unaware until much later down the timeline because varied movements were eliminated with little more made than a whisper less obvious than by trails of paperwork, there is no way to thoroughly obliterate the far flung future that greases the wheels and cogs and gears grinding down human activity to a nub barely seen from a window of the soul riding chariots with no charity toward others less fortunate in the desert of the real because only you can decide to be this way doing to others what worse things you think they wish to do to you in return for being such a douchebag taking up space where there could be a better likeness of a human being to replace your heathen and uncouth demeanor…

thanks, khet_:/