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…deCryptitude…

…trying to solve all the clues and put together all the puzzles one comes across in wandering this desert of the real looking for signs and signals to point the way further down what chosen walks of life we utilize Here as pranks for the gratitude with an ambivalent attitude feeling so high above others one cannot stand it until forced to accept that no one cares about this distorted aspect to your maniacal ways of attending to matters that are important, and yet Here you are so impotent and lacking any potential for betterment other than oneself caught going the distance from choices made without prior knowledge or preparation and where that may take someone once they realize they can do so much to change what occurs now begin with whatever mystery remains attached to obstinate and obsolete details that transfer their essence to something other than what they were before the cycle of life death and rebirth into a new form as the energy shifts to an adjacent category whose existence stays unknown until such a time that it can appear as whole artifact made real outside the purely mental realms of thought and perception made ideal, and then to reduce similar acts of an accessible version to reuse concepts we have seen before this and to recycle everything into a different context to previous analogs of this sequential manifesting before our very eyes Here without any respite as it continues to exchange power for forward momentum within the human social swing of things trying to devise a means to conquer the rest found like a nest of mewling infant creatures that should not be but are because we are real and participating in the overall case for consciousness whether it matters or not… deciphering the cryptic statements that everyone holds dear as in the form of a cliche perhaps and unyielding in the opinion as fact especially one of higher regard for oneself over others whose depth is just a great as yours as we are phantom limbs of a god that we will never understand like ourselves but rather as something outside of what we might think collectively as a union of species finding itself guided by voices who may be speaking nothing correct where penalty and punishment is rife for every misstep we are able to imagine, collecting pieces of the dream as it has been manifested over time and space Here where there is no mastery only these ideas of such making man unkind as a hole sucking cesspool rhythm surfers vying for control of minds and hearts as the public gets wiser to a society unfit to rule because to measure a worthy being as leader takes much more than amassed money or capital to function properly in a world considered this cruel for most of us taught thinking down pathways with a sense of impending doom coagulating beneath the extreme paranoia as much the good nous that permits logic and reason Here yet does not define us as well as we would like to see be true, our bodies doing their best to cope with things we keep introducing to them creating a supply and demand that seems to never end when considering the variable parts that distinguish themselves Here as being worthy of social attention in humanity as it plies every trade possible to the ends of a permissible closure by consequence before another boulder rolls down the mountains to conflict with our ascent toward plateaus of crucial discovery by way of advancing ourselves forward through the inherent misery of being…

thanks, khet_:/