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…ill Logic of a damned confounding…

…wilting stray will o’ wisp memories in the mists gathered about primordial initiative with primitive platonic forms surrounding this non-localized continuum as forgotten ones and great old ones, our archetypes from whence perhaps mingling inside still hidden pieces of our world soul’s mind-at-large in some kind of forums or phases to let them supposed authoritarian’s soliloquies reveal the solipsistic rhetoric for ego, the conceptual mortar and concrete attempts reinforcing psychic structures that have hidden the gateways portals or doors of perception from the individual syndrome of self isolated and subdued by the temperamental sacrifices made in the stark light of visual reception while the audio dimensions are just as valid as the other senses, but where are the taste smell and touch that expand these parameters… as the scheme between tethers warring unheeded the warnings as alarmist hustles to ignite a fire of fear under one’s assets because one cannot always keep at bay the wolves in their natural manic state while on the lookout for whatever will satisfy a blood hungry craving, casually strolling among the weeping wounds left open Here while tears of pussy fluid hemorrhage outward leaving the flesh seeping with human ooze soon cauterizing into crusted scabs and scars that drag across the clothing with new apprehension as nerves scream upon a touching against material no matter how soft it may appear to the rest of the living machine thinking with gut flora alone what digestion remains to change fuel to energetic states of being, without the act there is only thought and when deprived of thought the one left vulnerable only has action which instills us with overlapping utility for both even though those gears are part of similar schemes as that what dreams may come from a fulfilling sense of contentment can and will contort to prove meaning in the most extreme of ways especially as we stay transfixed unable to choose whatever motions or moods would make us comfortable… the option paralysis and the optimal delusion interminably linked to the distractions we all indulge because there are no other examples from which appropriate choices are to be taken away as obvious layers to the accumulated effect which shifts perspectives instantaneously in a wave of loosed change perhaps turning truth to better realities over time can it even be called ‘future’ without hearing the word, what keeps this from becoming a repetition of things and patterns already passed a threshold of expiration that gets there far sooner and closer than expected whether there be a hidden market for the worthy who work hard to research every available avenue to charge and receive the value no one has yet to assess, unknown sounds still washing the mighty of their glamour as this is the character they use against us without a heart as compassion gets lost upon the mutants we have become monitored as animals trapped by any number of system maintained by a society always on the brink of a reckless oblivion… the trip of a lifetime for each of us as a mandatory participation at birth anticipating at worst a case of mistaken clarity as opposed to a responsibility for one’s own actions distracting from what serious issues are at hand investigating the anatomy autonomic ally to the thought process navigating throughout fading scans of an immediate scene disordered by the so random movements of drama Here, and glimpsing unsure sights taken in from variable routes to reckoning getting where we wish to be one with an all-knowing force assuring stable lives for those who readily submit themselves without question when it occurs…

thanks, khet_:/