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…Critteria…

…the world still is an empire unbeknownst to us not popular with any opinion given by the rest of us as the whole populace at large sizes of might have some beginning along the lines of your god did a thing about it being false witness to bring and it was good right then and there yet we are to want understanding through reproduction of mistakes taken as granted by will of a greater creator than us lowly plebians scraping the ground waiting for judgment to weigh us down further Here boldly smitten with any omitted rotten archives written down, justifying our being assholes to others no matter how far down the food chain we are mistaken into thinking we are not by reason of insanity to be so privileged repeating cycles of abuse without justified repercussions reciprocating back onto the offender where the area gets sore and pus-filled from all the devastation one has wrought to occur on others when there is nothing beyond whatever immediacy expected as just reward for such devious treatments inflicted to loosen that person from themselves and structured sense of their thoughts turned in the direction one could assume things done to lab rats, or white mice in order to study their behaviors as well as stripped of strapping scientific hands handicapping the near nonexistent sound of a clapping audience laughing outright when failure makes an appearance Here though not worth any righteous indignation as reaction summoned through even the thickest skin grappling onto the core of one’s assumed constitution under duress in any size scale when it’s surprising to expect so much from people as they are merely walking lumps of flesh sometimes too spent to survive through the exhaustion that comes with being human in this kind of vacant lot salted of soul… still moving produce as the robotic means to control as send delivery of what is demanded if not a proper substitute when nothing else will do Here in this particular instance we have created seeking fortunes without a doubt as to where our efforts go cannot be all those nightmare realities displayed as though meaningful enough to portray not betray the true emotions that explode upon the screens antagonizing dreams out of heads in furtive expressions of natural nomenclature excessively possessing our darker side as shadow element preceding as substantial weighty moralism that dominates as it changes the landscape, almost as if manifest destiny always in effect crucifying the handful as sacrifice as opposed to a majority of influence wasted on people who inevitably do not care for freedom or slavery but toe the line out of fears that another dread period of time will in fact infect us with terror of what others can do to us yet harnessed to utilize our anger and frustration as a weapon against those who might perhaps see us for the fear and war-mongers we are hiding when plausible to concede as true supplanting of future fortunes as vetoed by higher authorities, this changes very much when we finally realize that nature is highest authority and can erase us at any time feeling so safe we are lied to by our senses of fate and synchronous occasion feeling like a piece of shit is easy when one has come from the ground or the water where things collude with each other until new forms can be witnessed ever evolving into something freakish at first yet more than capable to survive in the wild of our modern rectum called society a blasphememe of today through past versions they have received daring miracle conceived…

thanks, khet_:/