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…vague transistors resist each other thusly harsh currents flow through this circuitry circumventing the necessary introspection jogging the memory as mechanism telling us how it all should go stabilizing too long into our future for sake of futility as it looms caricature among us like so many emotions keep floating about on motes of dust alone solidifying our place back upon some highest plateau evolving natural nanotechnology while successions of flesh sort through this maze amazed it is even still Here after this amount of erosive time gone by counteracting whatever fluid in humans keeps us tumbling trying at elder puzzles, cosmic locks times wanting something feral that compel us to live whose only goals are protect the family at all costs as walking living non-player characters their lithograph of the deranged becoming for some benign under which terms family are meant as those one chooses to associate with and there should be terms denoting blood or caretaker relationships differing between our bombogenesis rapacious succumbs faceless routine to appease the mob massive of fascists who search to take control doing whatever pressures applied can to produce desired results from unwilling associates and acquaintances distorted distaste makes all dance in haste, simple opinions seem to rule the day we rue until canceled morgue-bound crew to clean up the mess left pocketing compensation because the corpses cannot move without help youth gathered around though no weekend with burners this at length trivial atrocities we are bred to end built and then burned as one of many trophies in this desert of the real asking for sacrifice from dysfunctional denizens on heathen earth living like there is no tomorrow though having to live with the repercussions of their actions soon enough awkward bouts between sympathetic sides lines drawn to collide with overwhelming difficulties… Here everything can appear that way until it does not some unknown worlds as strands of thought in differing series of elements synchronized with what you are having to think right now as opinionated alchemist should never be against your will but flowing to process details as they coalesce around each other subtly shifting atmospheres physical energy from what dense to potential and back again siphoned continuous swirling miasma to captivate captured whirligig analysis amongst the tricks of social endeavor finding ourselves demonic reverential beings just trying to be Here now realizing justified resonance with reciprocal pattern service to others, orientations of the majestic spectacular our lives become so wedged and tethered to each other sometimes succumbing to the secular intensity which rectifies the extent of our personal localized maleficence as handfuls agree that life is positive while negative calibration hones chaos into more than randomized chance reflections in our range of tactics making lasting impressions to dissolve humanity as its own righteous morass of declarative statements restless from the pestilence figuring into our fight flight freeze or faun quadratic correlative theory expressed becomes witness to the relentless pace that evolves into us as rarefied fingers of god touching gold, we are cursed upon subservient domestication divulging circumspect wisdom without personal steps through the obtuse was-dumb series of events which help calibrate us differently than merely hell-bound hearts come automaton registering various mutilation labors differentiating between details Here catapulting criminality through celebrity this greed metaphysic stationed at all corners come what may create repulsion derision or catastrophe waiting in the wings thus angel of death crouched stalking essence to be consumed consummated with doom declaring its fitness upon you or me seeking only continuation of natural cycles grounding us as suffering sparks lodged in social cement pressured tasks to perform…

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