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…attempting to eXist…

…sir fievel of my characters leading a revolt aged through this brain electric storming apocryphal as memory mansion glows a faint aura of light striving to ignite a fire underneath or overhead a guiding lighthouse from which to carry us all to surer things than just the strange quarks in the Out There somewhere vacantly awaiting some sign or signal from the depths that will cradle the need for safety without cutting us off from the rest of existence whose tension arises out of sheer ego death transparently wailing out banshee-like cries into the vastness of night its omnipresent form trying to hold parts of our demeanor aloft though too much as Icarus lifted toward the sun as solar demon burning him dead with the brilliance thus fixated upon, flying towards an inevitable danger under unenviable circumstances as the pressure only grows from there into something one cannot fully define without experience establishing certainty on the subject and stability within the objects no objective becomes objectionable to the right party gone wrong suddenly and without warning even though there were flags waved around to communicate agreement on awareness of appeasement signaled by the appropriate member as though a magic wand to be wiggled and jerked to get one’s way around Here, too many hyper bullies flinging their shits onto everything they see fit to mark as territory pissed upon and desecrated even when saying the opposite like verbose parasite that happen to be bringing their friends and associated fascismo machismo swagger with them to define and conquer like the filthy war-mongers they are Here leaving shame and hate and nastier traits implanted in their wake of worse than just bad though lesser to what evils one cannot fully grasp without gasping when choked out unconscious body in the street ground up and eaten if one does not stand up and resist such a fate becoming colon candy for the next ingrate taking consecrated states of fetishized power new ways… left with ideas on how best to serve hive mind when no mob mentality can tame a single lamed one of us participating in consciousness as a greater instrument of enlightenment perhaps in dealing damage to ourselves without hesitation becoming circadian rhythm of life death and rebirth creating a cohesive environment relating through chaotic patterns recognition constantly spiraling into unique shapes designated as a double-edged humanity rusting on a dangerous blade confused with a holiest of truths, but who would assume such things are valid withheld in the strangeness charm used to affirm one’s psychic orientation contrasted against incited riots an occidental accident becoming what means “pirate raid” pronounced as viking surviving our rivals upon arriving when times of odd rhyming accounts were musical magic to behold no matter how lashed to the vessel we are as figureheads on a mast of miserly wager whether we can navigate the cesspool of dark waters alone as many have tread before us accepting their fates when faced with imminent demise perhaps shipwrecked by the time we ever reach a predestined end Here, whatever else we perceive can be explained have fallen upon deaf ears and blind eyes to a point where we find ourselves uncomfortably dumb as unable to keep thoughts from leaking to speak and command the mystic powers of voice spelling out a way to make ends meet while trying to reciprocate the needs of the person to the people and back again in series of moves to support interdependence as rarefied intimate dance between all partners even those disagreed with finding ourselves inside kicked buckets once the list is finally fatally complete…

thanks, khet_:/