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…states of chru Fetich…

…successful hunting for vicariously we thrill at the kill of cultures witches or blamable residents not too far away to capture torture and kill as if they know anything other than nothing but their lives Here affected gadfly stinging or stung never sting as is presented or becoming gift to some lunatic sponge absorbing with the rest of us digesting the throttled information thrown at you in patterns somewhat not fit for human consumption because of psychedelics however that bridge may be crossed as the temporarily embodied self parts with the substantial ways partaking in stellar adventures then offered, when for ourselves we can induce with what merriment as individuals this carnival wheel provides going around as much through all of us causing glitches that twitch our systems clenching tongue in cheeks tighter because of enduring the stress cringe fretful at fringe engagement with creatures such as ourselves unaware of the damage or deliverance provided they are capable of inflicting when allowed into our lives locally intimate as newly-christened friend as true crime stories wouldn’t be true if there weren’t still multiple bugs in the rest of our software and hardware respectively that at times massively undermine our functional abilities, dictated to and distracted by invaders of our consciousness infiltrators invested in our downfall by increments once what had gigantic ego must be put to sleep arriving into senses of life continuously volunteered puppets going toward paths to reassert the circuits and circuitry forward embracing what goals we have chosen for ourselves Here sometimes feeling trapped in our decisions and portraying feelings as demons that plague oneself contrived contradiction when people are looking at you as though toxic with hovering neuroses underneath perpetuity of shadow clouds covering the skies inside disguised feelings as projected preventative measure to push others away… subjectively objectified discomfort word flux in the furnace that our minds as analysis engines housed in mortal frames for use as the fuel for smelting the next thoughts as some artifact within factual reality distinctly objectified subliminal criminality we are all damned in mistaking dissecting the moments as percolates further deciding futures Here as obtrusion in waiting for the right time to become unstoppable convincing others of this creeping finality making all of us paranoid of consequence to some extent causing the caustic karma police imprinted to act calling out injustice if even for selfish reasons more often than not, utilized wedging or fulcrum leverage pointing out weakness through contradiction where one sees it obscuring the corrective process with bullshit and excuses is never advised because even those simple strokes of luck which manage to prevent violent social disaster before it strikes out somewhere in the night camouflaged while casually stalking out prey worthy of inclusion into manipulations of grandeur fetching for another as runner to glean the gross gods out of these damned impulses shedding human clarity in layers of flesh congealed from blood fat and bone streaked across by strings of tendon and ligament as connective tissues between muscles and our core structures objective precision of open individualism creating and reinforcing equalization of civilized pressure subverting explosive mayhem and savage outbreak of situations becoming apocalyptic in the current frame of referential ends being triggered on the levels that obstruct further creative effort outputting while triumphant in the execution not so much the labor as attention breaks away aware of the many things that come with this kind of devotion scarcely remain capable of committing oneself while day jobs prevail fully extending to constrain time and space Here either way one chooses to go down strange features ensnaring creatures…

thanks, khet_:/