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…what jest in digesting hezBiloba…

…a party of god for a movement of the disinherited franchising for all to share though at some point we will all be forced to serve as we have been serviced awaiting the customers orders patiently while severely inundated with the aromas and sounds that occur in such fast food joints yet unable to flex anymore because of morbid obesity from lacking nutrients in our diet enough to expel the quantities of vice we accumulate throughout our time Here afraid of bad decisions likened to the plague of combined forces apathy and option paralysis regularly chaotic fluctuating toxic attack, arteries battle-hardened homeostasis fought over by doctors and nurses who have reached pinnacles in their professions of guilt as we are all enslaved to machines under utilizing our true value in hardware that even cannibals insist they can find the choicest cuts of meat Here that pathogenic poison lingers as the violence amuse bouches into localized whirls of terror and panic calamity immanent as much imminent to perceive on the social horizon vertically rising rhizomes searching for light instinctively can be reached breaching states of ignorance-held endarkenment which defines backwards progress to that assured enlightenment of possibilities feeling it without eyes, something better to see instead of this constant thread of critical analysis threatening what is already Here to be judged by maladaptive individuals difficult eccentric voices to track though worthy enough to speak up which all of us should ideally be appropriate for peace being there when necessary not getting lost in fantastic implications that have no bearing except on individual sanity and stress reduction skipped by in resolving cursory glances to discern definitive proof with canonical clarity to which all people must yield to information in its ever-changing phrases as faces of life not death bringing phases in debris… submitting to construction street trash and ruin littered with the dead however clever we may think ourselves able to escape dying accidents happen especially those meant to be on purpose no matter how malicious humans are capable creatures finding ways to dismantle in scalar proportions the ends of means what comes to stabilize the larger opportunity for fortuitous ventures into uncharted territory though not keeping peace only to hoard resources from those unwilling to be bargained with in sordid trials and tribulations of drama we have all been privy to before digging through the scatological remnants that still survive Here, stirring up controversy in all forms laid out in demon dreams behind scenes veiled as glamorous and seductive though lacking the substance that keeps us whole these artificial superficial tendrils that escape from unholy realms to toy with our collected sense of certitude buffered either by societal naivety or blustering attitude like you own the place even having been there for the first time kinking the memory out through physical activity maintaining the body while thoughts remain impure staying mental purging ideas that have no use though the mind will play tricks with us as transceiver always receiving some signals, deep in the elaborate frames of the subconscious dangerous feces becoming artifact free of unreal expectations for real time aspects actualized as people are perceptions at differing angles celebrating the diversity of this unity only the humbled collective where there stand no superior massive amounts of civilization seeking signs of connection and communication that bode well for communities of the future without regard to how far flung beyond us now they will be we cannot keep up the charade of divide and conquer pursuing gods of destruction so one set of particulars deem themselves worthy to command legions like this…

thanks, khet_:/