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…merely crumbs along the fool’s journey Here collecting the golden wisdom not cautious enough to let one’s greed keep souvenirs every detail is important in some way some day in timESPace as allows one to become aware of the nuance to accept layers of oddity before a prized item revealed to those that seek and search and research sorting through the debris that collects higher still than any treasured tidbit buries itself so only those choosing to make the discovery are given natural blessing to sharing alignment of these situations with others as very few sighted are able to see, obstacular fluster cuck of domesticity covering us with threadbarest support or care at its very least stalemating the brains of those most inclined to some wits about them in running errands hoping that no one kills the messenger when boots wearing us were not made for walking out but stomping faces to the curb in reckless abandon following whatever creeds or maxims drive the creeps to keep creeping through darker fields of thought to find their interests wanting for something new to obsess and fixate over with all the greed of a corporate takeover without struggles frustrating, progressive straw men whose fallacy in the phallocracy keeps fucking with our heads because they talk too much selling us on the tragedy thus produced to include all by automatically pressuring citizens into service of the greater systems at hand holding us accountable in that extreme of scenes still mass debating over the graves of the fallen even as their spirits crawl through us Here in the darkness we have been given as tainted goods gone bad corrupted by bad people not nature whose only action is alchemical breaking down essences thoroughly enough to manage easily for itself left deciding fates… distinct tinctures as turn of phrase gone awry to be archived until registered later on in from the brain it recalls such recalcitrant details pulled out of stubborn depths that place such pieces in abstract as like any other cargo cult floating out there amid the debris of a holy see where we happen to fall into which category gorily describes the real atmosphere that tests us best as individuals instead of primal tribal group dynamics that calls out flaws without regards to who is being addressed and to what pejoratives are utilized to regale others in the anecdotal evidence, to what occurred in first person terms that may confuse the mere passerby to the struggle that unfolds as disease spreading in the streets being what we have to work with overextending delight by leaps and bounds of day and year combined to again precede the seasons as they come to swoop over the established calendar prescribed as three-sixty-five daze per normal average of circadian rhythms presented thusly by expectations re-expiating the crazy quite held captive inside us all as an egg-like structure awaiting that hatch in which to rise from the exterior womb that encases it as the fresh meat appears, Here framed by shapes barely recognizable as their forms compulsively pitch and shift in directions unexpected by eager essences forcing themselves into or away from situations that do not involve them either because of lacking relevant knowledge or a sequencing of patterns requiring material manipulations in order to gain advantage in subsequent compromising as befits the human challenge of living all while harangued by cataclysmic sequence outside with the potential to destroy or at least inherit the urges to disobey the rules that appear to apply but were created instead with only a service to self in mind justifying actions…

thanks, khet_:/