All The Wrong Topics dot com

…ho Duskolos…

…the difficult rhetoric conditioning our perspectives as much as we allow there to be a fascination with words as keys right down to their barest lettering conveying unspoken concepts that are sometimes prone to distinct problematic connections forcing relationships between harsh numeric angles that proceed without us or our interpretations taking the forms of angels as circumstantial evidence when elders of appreciation disappear from telling us their stories at those crucial times relating us to each other as only this format can whether through oral traditions or suffer from complex series of writings on points reiterating opinion and fact Here, uncommon sequences abound calling for a certain recognition of patterns in order to adapt chaos to these human sounds opinionated bystanders whose temperament runs severe and judgmental as reflex without much good thought contributing to many if not all positions correcting decisions that others might make for themselves but affirmative dereliction of duty affect others commentary that strays from paths often touted as being the answer though what is the question if not for one’s own selfless quests through this desert of the real whose harsh restrictions do not validate anyone’s movement toward more exclusivity as it further demolishes goodwill, hard won lesson learning to share appropriately instead of solely re-appropriating certain properties through accusations of excess theft in fighting use of adaptation to a bewildering system relying upon umbilical futures to matter most above all things and anything because we are not Here to be non-profit prophets commanding the outcome of these stories laid bare by the crucifixion of jurisprudence forcing us all into playing out our particular life journey as attempted victims molested at the behest of whatever predator instinct takes control to dominate whomever is then seen as the target only threatening when ready to strike back… going back into one’s mind to dissect the moments now eradicated from preset settings ready for playback reaction becoming eidetic memory attached to remains of ephemeral leaning into substantial control and connection between disparate elements not always so easily seen for the puzzle pieces they are Here randomly sometimes placed in the oddest of circumstances to upset whatever subtle balance one could label harmony but fits multiple descriptions to allow for there to be patterns capable of adapting to unstable fragments of polarized humanity without having to strike out as though enemies are everywhere you look but this isn’t true, it becomes that strange something else just barely out of range of describable essence babbling on out of turn and timing with the rest of us trying our best to be synchronous to confess ourselves honestly as we spin spin spiraling down and out minus the manifestations we wish to witness until we finalize the way back home to our source particular to who we believe we are in Here injured and injuring others at constant rates razing hell while still able to move in some essence asking for the shit to come down soaking my wounds in lemon juice, and sugar unable to confront any compliment that cannot quickly be surmised as decent dismissed as speculative fictional opinion as we are filled with this and shit and more disintegrating parts of the larger whole made foolish ass through attitude and behavior unbridled by the respect for anyone else in general conflicts with confidence projected Here by our leaders no matter how decrepit or corrupted they appear to be in order to dominate over any competition that yields to a challenge sometimes swapping the swami for the swarm especially under circumstances regarding fear of missing out when idolizing group rituals…

thanks, khet_:/