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…guano E mano…

…a voice of intention working itself through complicated meat fingers that inscribe the emissions of dazed crazy extent shifting lazily daily without regular purpose absorbing trauma by causing damage to repress and incorporate the energy released in the tension of hysterical expressions pressurizing already condensed forces into impact suddenly caught anxious and nervous anticipating whatever next zygotic hexes lay in the nexus between interstitial worlds whose orbiting substance dictates necessary instruments to ascend from this hazardous wasteland rife and rich with the worst batch of cookies baked out of their skulls by tragic misinformation deployed to catalyze maximum mayhem inflicted, leading to substandard qualities in mass quantities taken as granted by our masters in the shadow of whose authority we find ourselves cognizant of a constant dissonance that arises from the ashes of previous civilizations being too uncivil with each other subsidizing the conversion into unrest changing situations locally Here playing camera obscura with light switching places occasionally to confuse onlookers without failure except the most observant whom are still transfixed by the puzzles in front of them labored to ascertain the formula asserting itself for a successful extraction as being reasonably functional when all other plans are cast aside, for undesirable false hope we avoid contradicting ourselves in order to keep the narratives consistent and straight forward altering time through perception without finding a catalyst holding our exotic sides occluded by an occult veil of mystery stirring our very need for definitions to stay our hands from clearing out the cobwebs dust and dirt clinging to gloss spider thread as it hangs unreachable at heights too far to grasp at easily let alone understand fully comprehending the various details as they interconnect to juxtapose a bigger picture than what appears directly ahead of our choices in general at large… scales of human hearts are sensitive to pressure that can exhibit or inhibit the little bits we allow to emerge without reluctance being a main feature among the creatures Here gathered to praise or insult the martyr performing their acts as duty pooping in people’s heads and their mouths by causing them to chatter incredulous affluencia applying scrutiny through idle gossip in social worship candid incantations to validate sacrificial appropriation made manifest into revival of festivals around which catharsis may be produced or attained however one can have an angle stringing themselves along best possible scenarios when sincerely fighting defeat, fostering fetishes for innocence locked in a looping cycle of abuse that stems from longer ago than the immediate effects felt now that we can see apples falling from trees blaming gravity for the pain and grief they inflict no matter how brief it might seem that being struck by the bad finger accessorizing with criminal behavior pushed into a corner nervous urging to eradicate the obstacles in our way through cunning in order to escape with our sense of self intact while jagged tactics are used against us as counterpoint to youth turning into this restless stranger adulterated, growntesque human being in spooky alterations corrupted by experience dissecting into question our personal motivations after they have become actions trying to find traction throughout the adventure Here screaming in our ears until ignorance has desensitized our perceptions as with any other specially-crafted lens through which we appear justified in manipulation playing the long game using evasion and deception as tools enacting movement in others to follow our lead or get out of the way even amid insistence that we are the ones to move first in this checkers versus chess play of dominance controversial in its payoff overall never justified…

thanks, khet_:/