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…t’Error dactylic hexameter…

…between material and ephemeral substance there must be glue of what kind is questionable as science gets its hands and minds all over the juices and whatever carcass remains to examine perhaps too far to notice from Here defending theories though these ideals remain redeeming exceptions to principle for long after one or multiple people initiate discovery of the subliminal realms that coagulate no epic poetry this settling at the surface tension will exist with or without some level of mediocre force awash wandering in meaty ochre seen invariably painted in assured mutual destructions as time proceeds forward sometimes contradictory, paltry orders training as much harassing ourselves through trauma deconstructing our actions and the reasoning behind those acts which we must engage separated from what our parents share manifest defined Here the baggage never being there able to labor for their part openly as identities without difficulty to express truth in their roles if with any we assume clinging intimate contact to the unresolved issues especially compared to childhood within bonding experiences shared amongst families living together they are having to balance group dynamics justifying effective punishment whether negative or positive imprints translated later on can become abusive commonality looping, flawless or flawed archival examinations Here contrasts comparing the meters of hexes to the numbers of dactylic hexameters though the inside of the head heavy with thoughts unrelenting presented to an empty room worthy as an empty reading trying to collect enough personifications to fill it and even when sleeping just for dreaming to start happening affected by the definitions already established over time and further forcing its way through nonsense repetitive attempts kept deeply residing in the meat of our minds through tissues breaking loose more than marking territory to play some macabre song and dance routine for giggles… madness of horribly crass excuses used for doctoring them methods building somewhere within realms of plausibility if not found too long stretched strenuous action with these tactics skilled board-certified and ready extracting kernels of truth as though simply were teeth just open wide enough to scream ‘OW!’ before deviants come gorging on your visceral pieces tender and juicy suddenly aborted cut out spilling blood trying to graphically reach at core problems in the heart of the matter fascinated by the spatters through breaching wet materials of whatever psyche gets eaten Here excluding rare moments any one capable of saving themselves, as much any other person by asking what is that devil that crawls inside of you thus identifying tendencies of the adored corporate whore psychopathic sociopath willing to do anything to get ahead underneath our dissociation from others turned animal Here to molest the inner child extremes of scenes illicit scare revealing visual expression of difficult topics to confront such as gore horror and terror applied in manners relative to an amplified catharsis utilized by the very real psychic vampires to harvest energy from frustrating clustered bodies to luxuriate in flux which cannot inevitably stop upon this estranged heathen earth, doomed mortality counteracting our hopes and dreams with biological countdown clocks whose talking ticks frame the phantasmal believed to be after life finishes off with us none the wiser whether through instrument of accident or to be cut down maybe even murdered by occam’s simplistic razor’s edge slashing immortality into victims whose resurrection in loved ones left behind to survive through mourning and grief signs of depression that offends our sensibilities Here tingling rage and arousal at once the mere mention compelling us downward emotional rabbit holes trying to offensively counteract and cope with facts of loss before death happens…

thanks, khet_:/