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…drinking up the Cruel tea…

…rapacious with tastes that thrust us forward whether we like that or not doesn’t matter in the greater scope dropping impropriety cliches tarnation as say larger bodies than flies time society lurching and creeping lurking everywhere Here attitude and magnetism somehow deform magnitude to levels of layered significant depravity cultivated symbolism and signals shooting straight into the most receptive parts of our brain unaware as chemical coping mechanisms try to straighten out those complicated sides to our features creating monsters from gods once praised before their madness inflicted its infections upon all shapes and sizes in varying states of maturity, no one left out of these natural cycles ostracized when seized by the moment contrasted against others faith keeping them composed and collected though calm is another issue entirely when no one knows what state the cat is in as long as it stays in the bag choking hazardous fears caught in our throats aligning central to losing control and getting nowhere wheeling and dealing to survive by bargaining with entities one cannot see but must believe to perceive in an ocean of lies that show we all float down Here tethered to life and death scarring our discontented minds, apprentice wreaking of havoc spinning bullshit in china shops rather calling them halls of power or crypts filled with cryptic creatures circling their hallowed grounds for prey or money whichever currency’s most in demand shattering the scattered sanity further still afar from where we should have started then picked up along with the rest if there were deeper community of immunity to social injustice paving paths with glory that shouldn’t erode away instead of hastening these edges of ending cutting things short with threats to abort or to retract ourselves back out of fear stop just shy of complete climax… knowledge taking us to the next phases we don’t know naively sacrificing our agencies the time and energy to understand any formula that might work for us personally that in this life there is something to live for an objective or goal littered as gods throughout the archives Here denoting factions sects and signals thought meaningless mixtures of words semantics and poetry potent to those who could speak them correctly protected by sacred power residing in their provocative sounds sourced so that whatever mosaic patterns projected were ineffective if mispronounced and would be horribly sundered by this humanity lost, fighting over meaning misconstrued as distorting any actual interpretation of events in comprehensible ways that make sense of all that reigns supreme the farcical absurdity shuffling and hustling about surrounding within this appalling spark of delirium that out of paradox comic tragedy alternately invigorates as it depresses overshadowing real time occurrences of fact with their accounts appropriated into mythic proportions hundreds of years later once certain tropes and systems are established by rote and routine repetition imprinting into every generation since these models were intercepted and interpreted in modern facsimiles as derivative artifacts still looked to today as reverential icons, a feared elite echelon of character reduced to itinerant thinkers and truth seekers who have not abandoned all hope once entering Here augury neoteric to perjure oneself against harrowed visions transferring what ugly spirits to enervate or exorcise satirical tastes in order to act seriously as regards the gods are ego driven by worship from mortal bodies devoted to channeling esoteric currents and circuitry toward the endless unresolved predictably facing against us harsh resistance whose insistence forces the authority into violence dousing the flames emitting from our spark to trigger violence individually as it is understood tainted self-immolation or spontaneous combustion…

thanks, khet_:/