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…nemeCease…

…so late that my arrival is deceased stopped before it even begins the heart like a beast pulls no punches when it comes to finding a way out of the doldrums more dooming and glooming than we are ready for this late in the day saving time before anyone can take it away as though some object to acquire from the chorus of angels angled such to launch some angel spit down your throats all that you need to do is lift up your head and open your mouth to receive the blessing from above while sensual entities drool into you, displaced charisma broken down residual drips that drop as rain off the cloud’s edge barely realizing that they would weigh a lot if they were not floating kite high in the sky where gods might mock us from what heights we cannot begin to guess that subtle energies pull through us with that same sense of gravity that pledging one’s devotion can get you in over your head so quickly if one does not moderate the drift one is sending out there as threadbare paths beyond the shit storm that rumbles and whines as any other atmospheric conjunction Here, fatal flaws lorded over by rulers in the shape of ships as some coveted treasure perhaps all to create a new lure of mystery to captivate those who might want a piece of the perilous bounty that comes with radical thinking moving rocky thoughts around with the same sensation as the flailing sea that those collective vessels set out in search of something more than what was there whether undiscovered lands and people or experiencing the voyage itself while taking notes that be useful to further novel generations beset by a wanderlust that can never be impeded once it starts to take us in new directions than any prior explorations… a voice calling for retribution screaming out as like the fury and the fire all at once forcing the balance back into place against those whom have tipped the scales a bit too much in only their favor alone as dictated to fearful masses crammed into mad turgid streets ablaze with a contained tension flowing as much following the circuit of least resistance though even in this renaissance resistance still creates enough electricity to utilize for scheming seniors and their entourages as cliquish circles of varying tolerance deciphering meaning from madness at all aspects while still available, even as some ideas are stillborn into this world spirals in three dimensions reaching outward to tether to yet more points of relevant value dissecting the swarming dues and never wills for the details of character they represent ceaseless idols trying a different stance to collect more attention and interest as compensation for these fretful actions sorted by damage inflicted as conflicts appear greater and overwhelming until a sense of frustrated lack of tact places one in a cage of their own making as living lesson to be gawked at when no one cares for you, everyone becomes the nemesis as paranoid excitation makes stress and pressure sting that much harder against the flesh while manipulators address the elephant for favors asking to pardon or bail out significant debt accrued Here with very little context to instill confidence on as many human carcasses like canvases as possible in order to prepare for the next world to be established as a proposed temple for consuming functional materials while casually invested localized can induce and induct the others as us or dismiss and distrust what help and forward momentum can be gathered without righteous tribulation…

thanks, khet_:/