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…weaponized inCompetence…

…no constructive criticism Here that isn’t tainted by this fetid fetish for pain and misery because of the company we upkeep in shared loneliness we affix ourselves to the nearest raft as the water level rises higher still even though the rifts between us stay just as daunting as if they ever were something learned we cannot soon forget no matter how hard we attack the slack to make the synchronous timing of personal aspects to life tighter or more efficient so there is no room for error to penetrate the walls projected on order of gliding through matters stealthily, those without the means easily become trapped in the situations that never relent in their pressures for the being in question to succumb or become numb and dumb though perhaps aware of the distinct atrophy and decay as slow death sets in at a snail’s pace with the poisons one directs into their bodies just to cope as best as a body can do being as absorbent as it is Here in all negative and positive energies that transfer through this place if only sometimes unseen and lost to vague dreams for very short bursts there is a purpose, catalyst to all that remains after the facts have been dropped poop like bombs the macaques throw at each other and the rhesus monkeys skunking every one within range or vicinity of their wrath doesn’t matter how small the dose in waking catastrophe one is rendered out of play as far as battlefields are concerned Here stupidity somehow is wedded with a false sense of innocence by grown adults who choose to abuse their rights as individuals for casual stereotyping of everything within range of their interests feeling fully capable of abject critiques in abstract pejorative terms insulting the audience… no mercy once demons dressed as empty words trigger horrid feelings inevitably causing wounds of more than a physical nature as pieces of friendship and pedantic leanings can fall apart when the communication is rife and rich with inane layers obsequious surmise to all persons involved tired trope conducive to remaining in contact or connected throughout the journey without any regard for meaning well being intact as people endure each other and their irrespective bullshit thrown up like vomit projects a wall of excuses that aren’t cut to fit that glitch inside my mouth that tells me what to say when it turns the brain off, it makes me go insane as weaponized masses of dysfunction that grow into thick tumors which yield a syrupy pus drawn from a deep sickness that prevails over what cultural graveyards we have Here coveting their silence as with any other behavior in appropriating the traits of others through mimicry to simulate and assimilate if somewhat sloppy or incompetent with executing necessary tasks minus compensation for work accomplished to get the desired results when required for whatever reasons can be called forth from those recesses of where stupidity reigns supreme beyond absurdly-rational gestures, equanimous on the surface where doubt glossed over can sit in wait for advantages to strike a nerve and get under the skin of anyone who dares getting to witness the states of wetness crying juices flowing out from underneath whatever stone is in place of a heart at the bottom Here yet as an organ within this organism keeps beating me silly with emotions channeled out of soft abuses that no one is aware of until it occurs for them settling for another round of days feeling thoughts grind against the form that has taken on raw shape from nightmares escaped…

thanks, khet_:/