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this is the neustress

molecular chaperones trying to guide and psychopomp their way back through timESPace to try to be like you or me neurologically with a body and the ability to move in this gigantic splendor vast made in all of its unusual organic clarity shifting sands and strings and loyalties toward lands and people that are shaped and produced for their ages as peculiar elements coming to meet Here where nothing seems as correct necessarily at first sight as we witness collectively upon the arrival of centuries and decades which harbor innovation and surging waves of change constantly, the continuum warps and manifests into a multitude of forms whether literal or not as ideas soon become as artifacts when certainties pass onto legends that status which cannot be transformed supposedly by the lashings of mortal fascinations when unfolded into diseases that have yet to reach the ground zero to assess the damage that will be done later that quakes and collapses the foundation of medical science and academia to an extent that will register a lot further down into the content of the realm we inhabit, and as them we are left with very few threads to begin following out of the maze contorted by displaced facts and the twisting of fiction that creates a tension palpable in detail that trivializes the compiled experience that makes us the who we are today almost set as self-aware prototypes of the opportunism rife within this feckless microcosm mushed and misshapen by the magicks of more than just some stage act where like the proof in any experiment which then can be proved and is to be repeated again and again… stressing ourselves over our simple tricks whether because there is too much to think about or it has become a situation of assessing priorities that freak us out in little bits that do bite off more than the last when observing responsibility and mindfulness as forms of respect and an eventual contented outlook on the world we have no control over when a situation like this has ultimately been degenerating because of the biased energy expelled to keep going in the kinetic melodrama that frequents in this part of the soul-archy system as far as we recognize it, though it is unavoidable to find oneself at times unable to contain a coherent thought without blurting it out in suffering to the whim and urge of humanity’s shadow forces as they creep shuffling through the cosmic corridors of ecstatic light and dark which entraps us in these little pockets like a glass slide upon a microscopic setting staged and analyzing the actions found where cells interact with each other as those people do, and as inseparable from the facts of life as any other being even though supposedly to be this hyper-intelligent we are capable of a reacting and adapting to both the speculative and abstract scenarios fathomed imagining as well this version skewed and skewered by ironic satirists who focus onto rare topics tempting a vulgar cackle with wide-eyed relief assured they are not the ones so absurd with these twisted panties griping and all…

Thanks, khet.