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Fodder’s decay

ineffable as laughable declarative statement made by some of those deadbeats peeking their heads a couple inches above the water line where it seems things have settled as the ripples wave in ricochet back and forth between shoreline and deep sea tugging and pulling as its own material gravity formed of the indefinable motion at depths below a comfortable swim as an icy tension creeps further down a spinal column shivering the nerves shocked by these soft tendrils subtly taking the warmth from these travelers Here momentarily, the night brings with it a sense of the foreboding and mysterious as all of the things that were brightly dressed in the light become dull or desaturated in the darknesses as they swirl and confound the human senses as tokens they are exchanged for a moment as a body adapts to the lack of efficiency that illuminated focus required in these tasks at hand as distinctive priorities are moving to the forefront while the foreground becomes bathed in twilight as dusk falls, but it reminds of the scheme of procreation as bestial remnant from forsaken ages ago in a saga we still play out like a series of actors and actresses wondering what the plot is for them while the whole drama continues to spin and acquire new participants in a grand dance macabre masquerading as an austere experiment mastered by few who gave in or give up their control for maybe ‘king for a day, fool for a lifetime” scenario which leaves us trying to assess the validity of this frequency as imperative to follow… my father who does not know me decided to have his own opinions on parental advisory because of seeing a kind of dysfunction inherent within his familial tree grown and so had a very different idea on how the loving parent should be and ran with that while fostering a wife and a total of two children having no other reasoning than entrusting in his opinions no matter how shaky as he would make them work to the best of his ability as salesman, a rusting hustler still mining the opportunism where the dream once stood before subversion became the hunt and the sport over a ridiculously condensed amount of time with the game being the massive of people we are as much a part of as the rest lost in the dire shuffle thinking money is the solution as financial systems collapse for those not at the top of the heap reaping the rewarding and benefits yet a claim that no one else is responsible for the accumulation of that wealth, but this is of course false as a flag burning defiles our national integrity in flaming retribution in lifetimes of filth and hopelessness moving the methodology to our shared madnesses as the killing joke retold again and again then running loose into the streets like a beloved pet whose awareness reaches no further than an immediate domestication treating any and all children as pets and property inferiority with the consequence of disregarding any natural cycle or state being consistent problems that must be quashed under every available opportunity likened to cutting out cancerous doubt…

Thanks, khet.