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…awaiting the flat tax of flatulence from my body as it digests all those qualities of a good meal made out of frames of reference as only same feats of outstanding measure are compared to thesis of contrast siphoning meaning from the vast beyond our threshold of understanding kept secret by the secretaries of stating the obvious to deflect from the actual state of affairs satiating the old monsters in new forms whose continual abuse of the systems in place has been difficult not to notice while attempting to live Here without being molested by something or someone who thinks they can take advantage of us like we were food to be eaten by anything other than nature keeping us imprisoned, sounds like this were hidden as thoughts inside the head kept away from interference bringing further confusion than that which takes place naturally Here with some at liberty to interpret this field in view as though a chariot race between competitive edges that eliminate others from doing what they could to engage with the rest of the foolish pursuits everyone else is Here to discover on their own reconnaissance while playgrounds constantly vary amongst players and those left hating the game as no one other than them can resist distrusting the systems when applied through the changing of times and timing, missions utilized intruding upon territories often dissected deficiently sacrificed indiscriminate certain in testing its efficiency by and large without supervision or guidance so as to correct whatever mistakes might be made while taking account for actions as hideous already committed and deserving of some kind of reciprocation to reinforce that such behavior cannot be tolerated so easily Here of all places in the cosmos condensed into forming these lustlacking opinions to proliferate bland banality the quality of which coats and covers like a social blanket swathing us all in comfortably tolerated beliefs to some degree of acceptance though even this can be considered an optimal delusion we have all fallen under the spell of because of our growth within this petri dish existence moving in all shapes and directions possible… placated swarms of the random human garbage we have become without fail even though failure is one of the criteria as one of many ways to place the human being in boxes all throughout our lives while Here in this present localized state of mind gone astray by definite lines others have used to dissuade further more interlopers from trespassing away onto unfortunate series of events as what got us Here in the placed residences of our future never imagined but created just the same paid hands gone quiet now, somewhere distant than that sound will reach as consonant construction occurs everywhere it is requiring to complete the latest projects to prepare for yet more expansion into the population density sifting through the ruins or nature in its untouched splendor to develop these places immediately added tragic mass debating with oneself leading to loneliness and suicidal tendencies it seems as dreams explain little in way of practical tactics upon what is meaningful to others besides ourselves are some of the things that really matter to people unlike all that drifting rhetoric that ameliorates this tempered shallow youth taking its place amongst the various truths that exist in the directed subliminal dialogue with that inner reality which does actualize and re-calibrate a person’s role in this world in dire attempts at not to fail but prevail as though cursed enough to always be this self-obstructing individual chained to the perpetual motion engine that humans in their wisdom have fashioned…

thanks, khet_:/