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the Monsters are bold and mindless…

taking a look at myself and others in ways that proceed to canceling each force unfathomed separate from a looking glass that resembles more a needle’s eyes threading through narratives compiled and catalogued by the faces then to be housed behind the masks of skin held tight and high in places we would rather wreck loose festering hidden away as tribulated why it works this way and how as systematic anthems grind and corrode against the splendid veneer chromed to the touch in the worldly political politeness that eats our souls while leaving burning reminders haunting the hollow hell sights set aside for the punishable numbers remaining through tragic collapse these times into strange situations contradicted by martyrs and tyrants tirades cutting and rutting deeply psychic wounds by taking lives in modern fashion fucking up these whys with the most honest need to be understood by them that provides the wherefore art thou we tend to believe are reasons to achieve this goal or that dream made to manifest for our realist side as artifact not abstract rants raving on and on prancing and posturing promoting or vetoing the validity in the fluid motion of existences as if an archfiendishly scientific or an attempted calling out wicked flawed secular doctoring as flimflam man jibes and dance against religious thematics used to steal or deceive the perceptions of a sole individual’s ideas on a soul’s existing and it’s inherent value transfigured by a church and state situations expanded into this current series of plateaus exposed… meats of the holy rosy rotary club in which the mothers become inflamed spiritually-problematic gonads in that proprietary blend of magic and mystisystems that encapsulate our world with words minor imaginations can only begin to grasp as wands witches and myth epic enough to make delightful children’s books questioned by demonic censor groups wantonly using and taking advantage of each voice by priming humans as beasts for some methodical showdown between good and evil or chaos and order even as those conceptual perpetuations are merely mental parameters in as much as seems vitally real enough for a few periods of time throughout that life, granted access with fresh minds to absorb this ‘what-was-Here-before-us’ atmosphere friendliness before the fear hits us with the thrust and tug of these versions and reboots of consensus reality facing the charging antagonism that flourishes under fascist standards rooted in symbolic intrigues is axed faggotry bending rules over sinister knees by authority’s unwieldy metaphors mighty if only for the amount of headspace and personal time wasted to be taken in as if a moron by the rest of the natural world zeroing in on a lemming’s cliff kind of a relationship with that final conclusion that does not look like death from this far away a vantage point, but access denied once those constraints locked upon us materialize as we journey continuing onward in the ancient maze game this entails under whatever name it goes by in modern dark ages whether as words of these caliber can contain a self or ego entity that humans manifest mutilated by hands mysterious as maleficent unlike what were meant to believe it was…

Thanks, khet.