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…posting atrocious trash post-consumer tabloid void obligated as think tanks to creepy crawl silent oblivion into the heads hands and minds a little closer to that heart drowning emotions in acid reflux fires boiling some discontent that rises up within an idiot flesh bag cage housing enslaved denizens as horde of hoarders boarding-up their lives behind rotten woods or glass stelas climbing high enough to scrap skies with the shape of ships disguising spaces of vast darkness in sun-streaked hues shining down brighter than artificial fluorescence reeking ignoble gasses poisonous as can be to some while staying conducive in forms of production and labor as hallowed devotee to all hours of any given day whether to fit all calms lodged within storms, a cosmos in long form on through the portals and pathways that heed danger at every corner behind faces seeking smiles now grimacing mask made of blood and bone and ashen pallor to discomfit into expression as many gathered messes projected to assail the senses and connected sensibilities meant to modify not mollify because there is no room for weakness Here unless turned into a strength sooner than later before the end what edges too close reaches fruition and falls to earthly manifestation cracking open the sky with vibrant change leaving marks on our eyes stained shadow to see into the vast abyss where can potential bliss win out from the rest of plausible possibilities yet left to shipwreck Here, malignant tangents that swirl in the cesspool of suckling siphons each one of us somehow trained to notice what is better for us as the individual and collective forms of self accumulate and summon greater forces through the living walking vessels born into as suit of fragile armor fragmented by the thoughts we are granted not given because most of our direct ancestors were takers derived from a culture of vicious figures whether in numbers or patterns or people flaunting the functional aspects of society while mastering none as the kingdom becomes a boredom without end capturing attention… installing virtue into humanity as one might try to command electricity from the very air obsessing over the valid traits that move with us as we create another generation used to reinforce whatever situations of the past have built to this point carved by hand with pen and ink to then be engineered words and other tools to trade effectiveness when a set of peculiarities have been stressed beyond stability, taking the ease of least resistance to heart while endearing oneself to masses misconstrued a bit too far into ignorance understood as innocence when attempts to objectify others fails while the wait of the world rests on the shoulders of used soldiers willing to die for their unified cause of “can’t stands ya, so i deliver” mentality predetermining everybody as potential enemy or obstacle to be removed from the game of an untouched royalty received as human to be redeemed as the only supreme authority whose reach is surpassed by what they choose not to know… slowed to a crawl barely outside safety of a sheltered mindset that shatters ideals of what real life can be though if we really cared to shine light upon what remains in the dark clinging shadow soul at our heels while flares of skylight strike, and follows our steps intruding entry to these unique states of solid sensitive creation that we should be treading very carefully indeed not to disturb things we have no knowledge about when animals themselves know where they fear to go toward seeking of some refuge against all this suffering…

thanks, khet_:/