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…magna Farta, the golden meconium…

…obsolete meaning floats adrift in the supposed holy see of consciousness that rarified texture of declamating to reconstitute what once was great but without upgrades cannot handle the flow of information as we reach critical massive coordinating the extent of motion through these spots ahead of us sometimes blurred from the distance away swaying in the breeze catching diseases and our death of cold in warm bodies swiping the scythe so the farcical can be renewed Here as far side circadian rhythm inducing labors we can hardly fathom while dwelling solely upon the surfaces skating on thin ice looping lemniscate, universal lazy eight until nine like shit this hits the fanatic frenzied causing ten or zero to occur from the solid sight of rage moving forward as though tricked into harming the state of karma not making harmony with the universe and others within it whom require the desire for connection to be whole whose feelings deserve to be heard out of the blue of nowhere hidden worlds of thoughts in others much as our own baggage to deal with sensibly though quite difficult to manage surviving reality unscathed because there is going to be so much scathe we misunderstand, having to adapt to our physical rituals inconsistent states of apprehension necessary to survival when constipated of mind body and soul Here wholly pneumatic pressures of the great flatulent masses bloated on old juvenile humors of chauvinism then manifesting newborn orifice opposite opening from the mouth on most accounts breathing in from the exit wound absolutely stinks malodorous and terrible sounds in gastrointestinal distress obsessed with some kind of relief or there will be bursting at the seams seeming imperfect a meat balloon of blood flesh and bone trying to absorb before urgency forces us ready to pop from conflict… nattering abounds demonic idle chatter as minor hauntings by the yattering attempting to inflict woe and hazard for ancestral debt unpaid though my personal knowledge of jack is very limited to this date as of this writing at hand thrilling stuff wherever we’re opened we are red leaking in all directions as the natural flow of events radiate as much follows pathways straight ahead feeling the forward motion carry us through to the next episode in this reel to real journey searching for the necessary catharsis to unleash that inner essence forcing us to move faster if toward the toilet, jacked in and linked through the wet network of sewage underneath citywide anatomy tracing lines like veins clotted with fatbergs oils and anything unflushable that eventually gets back to the surface again spreading the toxic essentials in waste such as our medications and heavy metals throughout the plains nourishing those primordial movements of our food affecting our diet looping broken habits back while putting subtle tension upon people to maintain fitness as regards being in poor health combined with bad hygiene rituals overwhelmed by guilty feelings we cannot escape because they are planted firmly in our minds and self esteem, so we look to poop for physical guidance once aware in this affair so not your average gherkin importer if not your first ride in a down rodeo laughing and crying inherently symptomatic of mental defects caused by the environment Here as the poisons digest through stillborn fertilizers instead harvested to feed the organic matrix at our feet undefeated by nature we succeed in filtering the cesspool of genetic anomalies if it fits into our hopes and prayers preying upon the hopeless and unaware planting bodies in the ground transferring energy as easily when people are pushed to talk shit…

thanks, khet_:/