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…within a world at a pretentiously high rate of mutation loss of genetic information may be immanent inviability of the organism organized as a species to proliferate perhaps through procreations that manifest en masse manipulating logical odds on the numbers negating allowance forgiving an exception if the digits squeeze tight enough to knock out some of the evening competition in petitions for a change of venue or a different demand to open negotiations for haggling from both ends of the arranged argument maybe this mass debate can yield some results that benefit instead of siphoning relentlessly as parasitic machine gilded empirically, thanks to that world of wizardry digital technology has become and continues forward as long as there are hands and brains receiving the orders into working their magic to produce better faster and longer for more hours out of their lives as the knife thrusts and slashes by the company that keeps them going a little while longer reciprocally viral cannot escape from the corrupted currency spinning all the money on loan through debt and its debtors neglected by frigid society of the damned decadently flaunting their ability to access wealth imposing twisted superficial visions promoted via financial winnings from hell, which is to say the blood sweat and tears of other people drained out of anything left but their skins desiccated and capable form coaxing movement slowly from smaller and smaller stipends still until they to fail to work out in protecting our lives from being ejected rejected and projected out into the wilderness hoping it kills us yet has not because life is never through with you trying to elucidate what a human must provide in order for order to remain alive and well amid the society cherished by those it serves so good that a choking cloud sits upon our shoulders captive… attempting not to laugh at us and our struggles each our own segment of brief understanding added to the overall effect on civilization at least the parts we are left with now Here amid the empty desert of the real digesting us without haste as befits a nature left to its own devices by the cosmic killing joke humans still maintain to this day in a daze as to whom or what forces they actually appear to service as ants on the surface superficially-yielding to the hyper-aware hallucinations that serve as any god Here, farming for nutrients warped by a prodigal sun that shines only half the day away while darkness triggers the rest of us at night to run and hide our face from occluded mobs whose mentality expresses the spectrum of offensive behaviors trying their best to escape from the walking living vessels Here consuming the fate they have been allowed to create whether spawned from hostile parents rendered inert from the structural analysis moving corporeal autolysis into digestive phage regurgitating to reincorporate elements that would otherwise resurface as denatured aspects corrupted by mankind’s cruelty reshaping nature into his own grotesque image, even if that means a toxic appearance harbinger of the horrors to come from our ignorant pleas out of dirty mouths falling shit onto our feet as we beg for giving up some alms to the wicked when the bad faith peels back layers of dread harbored for aeons too long by now that its very presence offends the rest trying to get a little further ahead in this twisted game than when they started as babies Here sorting out how to manage parent animal instincts as the relationships manifested in real time change and alternate currencies transferring as associations…

thanks, khet_:/