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…in times of great Dysturbution…

…dissolution of the critical parts in human personality perhaps looking into relevant myth for some conclusions from which to draw the urgency to interpret things differently than my forebears even if the only bear thing related to my ancestors would be upholding their right to bear arms as means of self-defense Here in such a godforsaken realm as this wasteland trends toward social activity occluding some aspects of information gathering that defies our logical correlation between themselves and hunter-gatherer archetype of old because our culture is now defined by online parameters and subcategory until everything becomes archived through steady work, displayed in numbers too large to compute without help in these distraught scary therapies applied to make better lives than just simple mechanical animals for study under microscope and analytical distancing derivative of trying to be as an objective subject viewing an object subjectively Here whether laboring in wilderness or confined to a laboratory attempting to view things for sources of empirical objectivity inspiring critical analysis in others to utilize in finding a pathway through the perceived world to the real currently predisposed to being viewed as disposable though was Here long before we ever coalesced into these particular persons, of no interest to each other locked one against another for one reason or some opposing peculiarity to counterbalance or delay cosmic channeling into narrowed digitally-compressed tubes of conflicting data instilled with a collective ooze pervasive through humanity and the almost endless mutations we have left Here as consequential evidence to foster suspicion and an idea of corrupted fundamentals carrying out the duties of where better people should be working to advance the quality of life while still living in it as real time manifestations nervously breaking through to great disturbance in the forces surrounding us and our steady pursuits… trying to move through moot miasma dense with these collected dreads and fears advancing far further as these metastasize through society and culture infectiously traveling between us all given enough time lapse singular signals moving distinctly about sorting through the sands of time perhaps picturing each crystal in its finite size actually larger enough to fit many things into a physical memory in this instance each batch of memories contained in a brain equals a grain without doubt occurring with some glitches where erratic charge ends up working against that grain of this world to disastrous results it turns out, to manifest even the tiniest allotment destiny allows to always aim for higher ground impairing more than a few of us who end up wishing vicarious thrills from afar sometimes winsome in the wiles actually bringing back better times from a past instead of depressing distraction recounting all the ways which we have ever been hurt by ourselves or anyone having ever allowed that into our hearts to begin with was difficult to accept as real and true juxtaposes catastrophically when at contrast to unhealthy betrayal speculations bloodletting out of the being system for which symptoms in series of natural cycles, upon these things we ride rising or fall we should cast no doubt on our dubious qualities qualifying us to be offhandedly cast down or out of currency situated next to impairments without the means to an end Here that contradicts a simple love of life that appears to matter more than words or actions alone sizing up what it takes with us knowing very little on how retract our statements of properties mistakenly confident in those stray strands of opinion as fact medias somehow gloriously idealizing or romanticizing pretentiously thinking we should always stay golden kleptogenetic interlopers Here…

thanks, khet_:/