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Eccentric ellipsis.

slight impediment in our hero’s efforts to make reality less of a dark cloud hovering over us all, and more fraught with the instinct to take our fears away amidst this frightful gloom… how is it that enlightenment can be found through both negative and positive energy systems, as we are all born under definite auspices of passion and irony, but few times can we ever seem to acknowledge those collections of traits with all the natural variations exposed honestly… hostility can break through the metaphors as the resurfacing of energies takes place in real time situations… we are divided so easily Here, without control of power, and others seek to exploit our individual worth for all the aspects derivative of this diversity… all the layers are intimately woven together in a chaotic vivisection of the fourth dimension, all living beasts and all the spirits delivered at one mysterious convergence where knowledge has to be more intuitive than literal because of its extensive string in theory, and it is this mental umbilicus that connects its now conceptual form of immortality to our current conscious brains… the difficulty in relating one thing to another thing lies in the use of implied similarities in either consideration, to each their own way, but there is a foolish simplicity to how these impartial objects and animals fit together that truly eludes active discovery of a solution… the more officious scientific pontificators direct their focus further into the deep tissue, and some may wonder if there is going to be a scar left after when they are done, certainly not those to which the cutting is their duty to abuse wielding knives in hand… the distorted mind tries to cope as best it can with the infrequency of certainty, we are going to die, but that never means that it should ever be in the constraint of a society that forgives nothing… a creation that has no humane presence has no power governing human beings, making hybrid ideas of perfect biological waste that is toxic to the touch and taste, and from underground we have installed the systems that need to be manually maintained in order for there to be water and power… it seems as though there is no room for the individual, the effort of work from each person accounted for true, but when it comes to the economy of the matter all that can be stated is that there is no real compensation… three dots off-center from the sun, spinning in conjunction with those other cosmic bodies in orbit around this burning Pyrrhic flare in the darkness, but only a perceived solid yet living shadow as the conundrum of the miasma leans in to wrap around my brain for the moment… in my line of work, the “drop” shadow is not something that lies in opposition of the lettering or what have you, but instead is there to draw contrast and snap the object out into the foreground of what it is you are looking at… most bits are symmetrical, but that is not to say that nature does not have its share of asymmetrical creations within the bounds of any real explanation, these things have adapted on the fringe of this reality that we perceive as a whole… the strange aim defies any reason as the jerk massages his ego once more, to display the irrational side to himself as well as the analytical in conjunction with those solar bodies we seem to take for granted floating around there, and under the very same spell/ swoon as the rest of us down here on earth… the centrifuge of the competent shrugging through conformity’s following, i am not afraid of the act of the inanimate to isolate and dispose of me, but what constraints can hold all of us as well as the bonds we are living with now… imagine the movie ‘final destination’, but these are the things that the inanimate souls have control of in versions of their linear absolute, utter mysteries that are difficult to especially separate from all those more newfangled objects of fundamental lust…

Thanks, khet.