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…devil lepers leaping out of the baggage obsessed over semantic civilizations more than romantic ticking time bomb tableau of truth trees growing from logical ashes and rust dressed in dangerous fetters and fetishes dancing around the fires left burning once inspiration was finally ignited further rendering the fat of the land nullified by will of men Here dealing with emotional logic can be far more difficult complex and nuanced than systems of certainty whose spirit remains broken by debt requiring community and humanity rather than those maxims of conquerors having long left this heathen earth to ones with herd mentality, product commodification found fascinating enough to dismiss any interpersonal programming one has undertaken to be better than previous incarnations lacerated by years of tumult as much success that each carve out their pound of flesh counted in your overall interminable sacrifice to live Here of all gauche kitsch places characteristic shtick residues making one unique enough so as to stick out amongst the anonymous massive unmitigated and random insulting assault on personal integrity obsessed with keeping up appearances while drifting by alive though are you truly living walking thinking being channeled beyond unfathomable odds to find temporary stasis pursuing curiosity, whatever strikes the fancy very terrible in so it goes coming out where no one knows potential feeding the kinetic energies and back again in cosmic circuits running the spectrum from local resistance to global levels that try their best to govern groups of people though manipulative overreach creates obvious villains in the eyes of those very same people choosing lackeys and minions from within close circles of despotic nepotism since medieval ages lineages and legacies present obstacles and modern authorities to appease life the omnipresent with resentful suffering and festering wounds to prove one goes through something feeling overwhelmed… embedded spotlights of certainty castigates our effort as burnt offerings to the world around us legitimately dismissed every time the opportunity exists to intimately change and with the forward-thinking initiative required to sacrifice for something greater than ourselves simply existing Here no momentum to proceed beyond humbled decency subdued by untethered sadist factions residual in the out there devoid of any civil consciousness in relating to individuals in the larger massive we have become karma cannibals absorbing the vibrations being more tuned into selfish hateful cowardice lessons no one wants to epitomize it would appear negative stimulus to act impulsively, no sensible loss of sensation only deprivation of multiple kinds and qualities continuous though very rarely communicated coherently without reinterpreting entire pockets of essence reconnoitering into symbols and signs whose clues evolve into new context and content all the time experimental sides constantly shifting dimensions with the conceptual Now always being real acquiring empirical testing to explore further anthropomorphize products of nature to assimilate as artifice for humanity co-opting everything except oneself for the only things one can afford to offer up of any worth is your time energy and presence all are precious though infinitesimal atomic particle Here lost, while distracting yourself in the greater cosmic swirl recounting whatever of the many oddities this lifetime has had to endure with or without us mired in wired patches rough to the touch yet still supple enough to command some appropriate kinetic motion in fascinating directions even beyond failure and our common apprehensions which find ourselves restrained at the worst moments left to wonder what happened after those facts have passed and stunned us having lacked preparation for whenever this superstitious commodity fetishism repeats exchanging brutality while ominous ugly kingdoms collapse under their weighty supply and demand in this wicked scenario…

thanks, khet_:/