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Car becomes crap in minutes.

the car that hasn’t been stolen in a few months has finally died, so to speak, but not thoroughly kicked the bucket yet as it jerks and startles itself into pained chugs up and down the road… we take it to a recommended mechanic, and he gives us quite a good deal on the labor and cost of parts, though we had to take the car back after it began smelling of circus stinks that then signified the problem had not been completely fixed as yet… something to do with the radiator, i believe as less than the mere novice mechanic i am, but there was certainly nothing uncommon about the situation as the automobile is more than ten years old to begin with when bought off an online buy/trade/sell network online… the two thousand plus spent not including the required maintenance over time and wear was quite a lump sum for two slackers to summon from the depths, and it takes much consternation out of the direct involvement as emotions and tensions always run high like the heated tempers flared when it comes down to the conflict’s resolution through confrontation, as neither party ever enjoys facing the other in the screaming and tearing when the strings are plucked just enough for the moods to change into fury lit like an electric match sizzling in the cold air strangely emotional as the seasons shorten to contract and vanish altogether into another psychically-retarded cycle of human drama… so either of us stays out of commission for a little while to indulge in a bit of commiseration together as the car was fixed yet again, but we are not experts on the subject to which deferring to a delegated representative of skill and reputation is an okay substitute for acceptable behavior that a non-professional such as myself has no liberties to reveal because practical knowledge seems lost upon me, not that i choose such a strange depth of awareness that appears self-defeating but is more attention to boundaries whether implied or made specific that keeps the radar flashing with the signals of social conundrum leading to the eventual confusion of influences that humans only naturally seem to abuse in light respect for others being a necessity when one realizes the truth of the matter… people are the building blocks of this social mind that tries to influence us collectively toward the positive instead allowing ourselves to settle for the negative impulse alone, it may seem at first very difficult to convey to the message appropriately into both mindset and language of others even though there may be parts that are seemingly easily accessible within the conscious relationship of details, but this is never always the case as the human relates to their environment in unique ways which defy easy explanation that totally bookends a human experience into a series of facts in the obvious assumption that as criminal endeavor it must be wrong to believe… the fantasies of Man are wrong to abuse the natural state of reality as home to unrealized aspects as the substance of diversity still at large floating in the sea of the imagined and the naturally cohesive and practical gone astray from the moment of ‘go’, where the confused are set against the logic of the imposing mind thriving off the siphoning from others’ glory to allow just enough space for the living to move about on what they believe is their own free will even as the energy so imbibed allows for the manipulation to go on occurring while the negative counterpoint envelopes this present paradigm with its shading and hues that imply the darkness is all there is to this game, but this is merely a blanket response in order to keep all people generally unaware by any means necessary like a direct sedation of the populace through their addictive television-watching habits as the symbols of programming that translate into entertainment capable of distracting the person any time they get close to the warm glow of this direct intrusion because it has been trained Here what to expect… every Damned thing needs its incontrovertible proof that it exists as a point to the order in this system that classifies all things under a general umbrella of clarifying terms in ways that sort people into animal factions by their surface behavior alone without actualizing the person underneath the veneer, the lines drawn that bind and create boundaries for others to follow like one last bright thread of thought as the path becomes broken and worn in the warping that surrounds in the physical whether objectionable or not as the system finds ways to digest it all, and this culture tries to compact its basest and more raw elements into a supportable foundation on which to captivate inhabitants with all their quirks and complaints into one system that slowly eats away their mortal patience with the mind-numbing tedium unmitigated by meaningful risking of destiny…

Thanks, khet.