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…mind as maw, ESP, body as claw…

…shaping ourselves alternate directions feeling certain cosmotic influences Here cosmologic and osmotic passive absorption inasmuch adsorption becoming accumulate craft of multiple dimensions mentioning nothing as is the thickness mute mote nature of silence we can hear calling out in the err of twilight civil defense and otherwise because we rationalize grabbing and forcing things into reason the guyver of many moments bizarre logic we seem to fall under at any sequence of events as progressed absorbs us all built within the machine seek out steps toward inner peace as pieces of the integral systems we are harnessed to while living, natural navigators navigating those essential prudential credentials necessary through the unnatural that pressures us into place Here sometimes fighting for our lives questioning how far removed from imaginary is the mercenary from the role played as missionary the many faces of death and debt with each names forgotten as we are heavily impaired through this vile lane of suffering the magic is created in tearing up the soul through sacrifice and otherwise cataclysm of consequence derivates what love and hate can be found in the prose of bros no poetry allowed setting boundaries to strike down discomfort while still conscious, wondering if it remains continuous even after we have passed on genetic links buried deeper under the skin than visible on the surface appearance of normalized deception and its exceptions deteriorating through vapid mistakes and lacking of tact in strategy to retain whatever advantage has been won searching distorted topography emotional values contorting the peaks and valleys in order to fit ourself experience as token taken too lightly to achieve success it would seem but nothing is ever as it appears Here dysfunctional at best as overlapping patterns of behavior intertwine as we engage in each other for the presence… and not the presents or gifts we can assume we are due as taken for granted deceived layers feeling obliged toward necessitous actions being proactive while still relevant triggers selfish forms of empathy while at worst channels negative impulse stricken by variation and randomness as we personally persist cobbling together our pathways to become routine in guidance eyes searching for awareness wherever it may be found as the questing encompasses what whole glory our experience becomes subsuming curiosity and relentlessness in one mighty gulping breath as it finally approaches to surface upon what mainstream flows of information caught unlimited expanding, withstanding as much dissonance as possible for one person left feeling impermanent where so much history has occurred without such intimate perspective revealed no matter how much we try translating nuance thoughts and emotion into substantial details worthy the attention paid in this subscription model of modern life Here coping with different aesthetics on an almost regular basis enough to cause anomia as pertinent data fades fleeting video dead reaching through the screens of those watching only in observance of never serving the terrestrial extras in residence as interstitial citizenry collectively superstitious denizen thought of as merely exploitable partial scenery, deployed wherever the tyrants wish people to go so there is not any chances to turn back around astonishing strokes forward through beatific suspension of human disbelief bound in our struggles to create and maintain connections in some larger view of the world moreso than the limited liminal space we convert from dependence to independence in the supposed transitions from child to adult as maturation kicks in closing off certain lessons yet to learn with inner doubt and apprehension skewing and assuming through compromised confliction accumulating routines taken as granted while lacking confidence to ask for something better than this…

thanks, khet_:/