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…the last wind Breaker…

…cease the deceased from acting of their own accord with the local laws of the living holding the frayed ends of sanity as reins attempting to make the best sense out of a troubled situation Here nobody seems to understand when a troubled youth becomes a troubled adult and then some that point of which we appear unable to keep cognizant long enough to compile and compose our corpses to wait forever for these great somethings to occur that will only guarantee satisfaction when all prerequisites are gathered together and in their fullest powers as well as stars in alignment, deadlines and dateline international going by way of incontinental leanings of preference wherever nothing seems to make sense taking flatulence so seriously but why and for what reasons does this satisfy your craving for something other than yourself for once as the selfish egotist person you are Here lost in the sideways askew that no one but you can intuit is there between the pixels between the frames somewhere in the gutters perhaps deeper embedded than you realize disguised as a mere nuisance more obnoxious than the rest but still validly displeasing to witness or even stand near in proximity, enough to grasp that something isn’t right but not yet severely wrong to the point of no return and then we just have to learn lessons masked and revealed at the same time by our mistakes considered unforgivable by the general massive of people Here either about to see parts of the truth exposed or born from a womb of ashes and memories now that it has been made apparent that everyone administers to this fate of mortality for themselves fending off the communities cutting sly to find a villain or localized threat they obsess over as other small minds participate in this drama of dust… adding two sense together because we are all filled with loose change the amounts of which do not seem to add up to personal worth or value loaned out to others feeling obliged to cut ties after your uses equating to compensation are met amicably by the ones who should be responsible for whom they contract to work for them hiring the most desirable candidates rarely as candid as their bosses are convinced they are Here functioning as best as possible through layers of inconvenient obstacles lodged within sights of a questionable objective always, a life devoid of humor satire and farce the only friends humorous enough to have and keep in good company because as vital abstracted quality humans have in abundance Here even if they technically don’t observe it for themselves instead a choice to be bitter and resentful of timing gone wrong as any other person on this planet but we are afraid of those things becoming spun out of proportion in strange smatterings of viral gossip transmitted more intentionally worldwide than ever before keeping us relentlessly deranging shifts gears and positions supposing there will somehow always be a tomorrow, until there are no more fucks left to give beyond the greedy hands who grab the most that they can from a series of systems that yield to their unlucky charms useless when separated to barest parts and tools working together to form some think tanks with which to either crush their enemies subduing the country of their chosen foes with repeated salvos of shock and awe permitting them to crush on or adore them into submission with false platitudes where such tactics of flattery count even when getting society nowhere fast that words have so often triggered frequently immanent disasters…

thanks, khet_:/