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when does one realize they have no want to interact or even procreate with the opposite sex though i would guess that it occurs when the identity of lovers takes on a new quality or entity representing an unknown aspect of humanity that heretofore was not a known in this mutual exploration flirted with peopled places fueling dramatic turns between friends alternating as enemies outcast from a friendly interaction attracted to the shifting moods that play upon the features tormented by the processing posture that this catalytic machismo pretends to protect when only self-interest applies for these razor-sharp wits a little bit estranged by mistreatment from anyone else wishing to appease these stoic stooges at random intervals of time and space as opens for another of those somber shaken moments masochistically beating one’s self up with emotional stress taken too far, the hollow head echoes the emptiness within hardly a relevant thing left to say superficially swallowing the shallow placebo pills pushed onto our psychoses through doses cutting ourselves off at the mouth and either of hundreds of possible worse case scenarios in which failure and betrayal are the only options set before fragile early minds soft from the needs to develop further than to merely furnish body politics so in fashion during the seasons of reasoning and logic to control the masses for experimental purposes created for an excess access to this axis of power that some believe are primal forces that only those ritualized situations and actions devised can properly utilize open and command these forgotten ones connecting us to those transcendent transient godheaded elders through our own individual organic portal as transmitting signals better left unsaid sometimes, but still carried out of the gateway and into the arsenal by that motor mind gut flora deeply housed and a clustered unit that discovers lessons autonomically through functionality transformed into forms of behavior good or bad subjectively that we apply directly toward events and experiences we find ourselves utterly involved with as sources of energy and escape to which sudden stages might be fighting off though traitors nemeses and enemies are far from the only absolutes within the subtle spectrum of antagonistic movements that have tried inflicting their voodoos upon us like a martial art unwanted as methodic dances as strokes of brilliant hues and wonderful arrays of displayed prowess reaches a crest of consumers and their ready acceptability to find out what karate kung fu and all the rest of these techniques in this dancing self-defense are all about… as myself in as critical a sense as i get these days i do regret some of the formative things i still do not understand yet there are always ways of adapting around the ways that manifest shrieking highs as much the hideous lows that come with presence in an existential version of the universe when someone who isn’t me can be undisputed in their official greatness mainly and mostly due to the person having passed long before a Now was Here to greet us holding us accountable for the knowledge we do not acquire until we learn for ourselves the rules and methodologies overlapping at work into this truly unregulated environment except by the hands Mankind twisting and tugging nature for all the juices she is worth, but it isn’t milk that they are after as corporate hell hounds driving herds of human chattel to the breaking point serving some idealistic vague state of order that remains ambiguous even without having figured out any pieces found within the puzzle itself as a continuum searching for its own reasons to exist as rotten things twitch inside the surface of the earth born into a cosmos that uses kindness to kill pulling the hopeless into a path of pain and guilt for leading themselves along under false impressions of reality, ’tis only a flesh wound…

Thanks, khet.