…excess solipsism, in Creatures, as consumer axis…
…creatures to bait the masses then switch out intention on mere whimsy liars in wait to the detriment of the rest of us meanwhile portions of corpses in boxes ignore us shotgun surgery used to cure what ails cultural malignancy Here worried about futures as maturation expresses its flaws and virtues those individuals serving themselves in complex series of puzzling circumstances collected attempting to understand human experience amid this heathen earth filled with perverts and deviants time becomes another realm of thought to escape through as portal or tunnel might compel us to personally choose whether or not to adventure, forward or backward even failure becomes another vessel for progress to be contained within storage of vastly archived organic sequencing transforming the shadows of nature into human beings often feelings trapped Here collected yet isolated from each other somehow broken out and down by compromising situations conflicting us dramatically even as this military industrial complex compels compromised congressional progress dropping microcosms out of fashion with the currency of administrations deeply hidden behind walls in halls of power because they too fear wrath from the people being led those ghosts floating behind the eyes enough to be blinded to perplexing reality, vain appeals to make better though worsening outcomes appear at the forefront darkest before the dawn distract and repel Here consequential relay of information the unprepared and easily delayed in the digital age just beginning its assimilation of humanity we creatures throwing ourselves at walls through force or persuasion either way it gets done successfully enough to change obscure things intention locked upon what prized reward can be gained so that no one else sees an obstacle there certainty colliding with instability raw nerves exposed to emotional elements bubbling to surface pulling seats of consciousness out from underneath bloated egos… crude and cruel being excessively brutal animals bingeing on harsh patterns attaching themselves to concepts and communities alike reflecting hatred at each other bringing chaos subtly dismissed by organic conclusions set at inevitable pace while bodies continue feeding mechanical empires in vital essence siphon keeping these pieces codified for generations within the species critical of its own bridges burning beyond any classical recognition loose and unleashed aspects juggling to compete against ethical appeals to real positive harmonies melodies and rhythms correcting the cultural lenses in attempts at summarizing accurately curious pictures of what offensive actions go on behind the scenes, myopic allure of short-sighted criteria for beings subjected to mindless consumption without consent once caught Here trapped harnessing suspensions of disbelief something like a philomena though not philosophical phenomena as structurally sound or relied upon as whatever the existing material constructs we wander between flight of the navigator every day spirit-stirring surprise throughout immaterial narratives utilizing fancy due diligence on varying trivial associations dream arguments becoming head-down efficiency without questioning assumptions distinct which are allowed near-mythic status by reigning vain conservative reasons to find and take advantage through dark ideals such as manifest destiny in order for conquering whole populations, already gone glorious without our interference appropriating all naive as much native culture treasured aspects never wagered but taken by those glimpsing intrinsic sacred resource collected eyes on the prize toward plundering what then becomes cursed many lifetimes lost throughout generations now and later becoming pawns long ago forgotten to some in deceptive wicked games whose unwillingness to magic nativity unchained strained and disenfranchised becoming remarkable in disdainful seeds planted after wartime overabundance dries our soiled overgrown kudzu in gods zoo crossing thresholds Here stuck unaware though few cannot panic sporting career attempts from not going crazy in gods poop…
thanks, khet_:/
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