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spaced Cadavers.

we are the dead inside as of my version of this reality made up right now, i say are we without a decent set of dishes to eat from, or is it that i have too much foot in my mouth all at once to enunciate carefully enough to be understood by anyone?… the image of my bare toes wriggling just behind the soft palette down towards my throat, and my leg twisted painfully over my chest with the calf pointing upward awkwardly as the backs of my teeth try to lightly touch the top of my foot, a gagging choke and the drool running down in thick droplets to the floor while leaning forward against the wall to subtly force my foot deeper into the hollow cavity my mouth has become wasting this precious time as i am… your very precious time, with a fake scenario half-formed from my head just now as this is whatever happens to be the case at the time with the variable of Here only temporarily real, but not only necessarily when this is to be read by you or another in the vast infinite stretch of time as truths and worlds vary by those in choosing to assimilate the ideas to fit their views after witnessing them successful for others who utilize those most magical of services that the world supplies the adept… a great gift that presides over the command of natural feats and subtle distortions working in one’s favor as opposed to the casual curses formed in the steps of Man, we explored the bounties of this living palace of earth and stone only to exploit and corrupt the genuine passion of peoples and places that never needed to feel a deadly hand upon their necks gripping them with an apathy that drains the slowly dying soul in order to fuel the conquering worm grinding to the center of the heart to lay its eggs in our weightless corpse suspended like the pinata waiting for one to hit hard enough a place where the husk will burst open, and let loose all those degenerate masses birthed out of the organic Pandora’s box as a can of conquering-worms-to-be spread out among the cosmic debris signaling a death knell if we cannot find a way to center the social balance without busting open that dead bloated thing before us… the serious games are playing us in our tolerance of untruth as certain and unwavering in this reality built from the ashes of many illusions each taking precedence at one time or another and maybe yet still, however this discussion is not merely created for redundancy’s sake even as the same rhetoric said the many different ways goes ’round once more through this incarnate realm of holy yearnings leaning toward simple though perverse satisfaction of those tempting things that bring more trouble than they are worth, but with the clarity presented Here in visions as based within contemporary bounds and accepted triggers as the organ grinds us down merrily with the spinning platform wheeling around out of control… the reckless goals punching clowns down to the floor as though tossing cookies and salads weren’t enough for you, that you require more to the defense of your hopeless reign of boredom into fleshless oblivion through the realm of obvious stakes that claim to be the real truth in some way you never thought about before, and whether this is true or not is left up to you to decide fact from fiction as the imaginary tries to meet and conjoin with the physical however way it can… the living bosom involved with the procreative task carried on in the human animal with a new consciousness about the true understanding of even these cycles moving forward always whether with humans reaching out to understand further or not, this is the option of reality especially in those speculative places where the puzzle begins to shift and trace its pattern in bold swathes of direction and attack, and the sound of the release as serious balances against the opposite-yet-equally-striking attempts at an actual and original sense of humor that few could ever achieve without the aid of powerful drugs… all lies in one way or another that tries to count against the free speech of the people even those without the money to pay bills, the real tragedy swallows them whole while we are left to fathom what it was that just occurred Here, but do we ever realize what goes on without any consent but the villain’s thrill doing a dark bidding to the thoughts and action evoking ritual enacted to dispose of flavorless conflict that whittles down the agency of human relationships as they break down with all sides lurking somewhere…

Thanks, khet.