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…signs of the Cruciflux…

…generating relief to know something suspenseful we are not the only ones who must go out whimpering when secular miseries seem overwhelming vicious impetus what detects we should do to move onto mysterious difference in us but leanings never alluding toward stories compelling us forward to absolve questing energies diegetic related to sparse narratives sometimes unnecessary as we continue elaborating upon this electric trailing point of synchronicity connected electronically through required components substances remotely viewed that have achieved their place in our world by keeping our lives fairly consistent though heavily reliant upon these wondrous devices, which decades ago would be considered toys instead of tools meant to reduce our larger than life views to match our technology motivating our meat machines to attempt their best at making things that can be changed for the better but greed and other likewise aspects drawn closely to our personal senses of self-righteous superiority and ego coercing others to conform in order to create that systemic green manure as an ideological manifestation of my reproductions caught unable to reduce the questionable urge to binge at some interval reasonably inconvenient to confine us in our own unstable composure as if witnessing something different, and complete for now confusion knows no bounds connecting various disparate elements fashioned into some kind of human machine Here this displayed feeling so territorial as though someone is pulling one over on your god no slight ever accepted even those laughing die because humor does not fulfill the spectacle of human ingenuity busting loose the leaps of faith to twist and construct around whatever material was already in Here to begin with shifting the subtle nuance that reflects some natural organization beneath the surface thoughts creating systems of autonomic responses mimicry and mirroring until we get fully corrected things right… despite all relative confusion carrying loops of these old conflicts within us archived into the genetic codes and patterns that pass through each of us and surround sounding out to reinforce floating captions concocting direct commands to circumvent navigating this life solely by various adages taking the place of relevant lessons that have been erased in ways to produce an unseen barrier between the blood that moves us and the brain thinking out the multiplicity of possibilities more than just plausibly related to each other relying upon unknown dots to connect details barely stitched together by will of words alone, thoughts conjoined can reduce the weight of knowledge being in the right heads to understand without degrading the wealth from which can spring forth outpouring over crypsis of ideas considering the fluctuating points of view used to anchor the substance to pronounced vibrations of immanence occurring consistent all throughout the crux of complications that exhort their pressure to manipulate by whatever means distorting conflict without actually addressing the source of these inherent problems shining cold clinical lights in order to objectify the subject readily deconstructed while those can are doing to the best of their ability accepting invariable outstanding epiphanies, for the truths that they happen to be all collectively shaping our world molting instead of melting off skins as the irradiation relationship goes sour at some difficult place to pinpoint though fingers pointed at suffering described as the appropriate vehicle for sanity trying to absorb stability without mentioning that it doesn’t feel like anything changes for better or worse the increments have so much heavy weight on the scale of time attempting to re-calibrate and upgrade expectations of the series of golden tickets handed out to begin with instantly grafted an extension on what it means to have family…

thanks, khet_:/