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…sour Peace of flesh work…

…pieces that have to be handled a certain way so one is not cursed by the stinging poison in the saliva striking when one least expects preparations to fail because that very same venom may cause blindness among any other varieties of allergic reaction to which we cannot help but only attempt to intervene as times turn ugly on route towards some final series of conquests raising tensions in the err of our actions briefly flaring up through information in motion through people taking over through united symptom of atrophied systems rotting for corrupt insides saving insidious inflaming for a different phase of faces for those people to take on, as newly-romanticized aspects freshly-minted from the pressures of the tumult these traumas create in quaking chafe of the state of minds we contain with our horrible rhetoric gone wrong side of the egg or chicken question looking for a straight line to answers instead of finding the natural curve that applies over time to infections functional as we all crawl to death working towards some goal localized for ourselves to achieve the ability to self-praise in pride of successful god mode managing for oneself without intervention from judgemental assholes, calling upon legions of lesion-bearing bodies to the war that souls appear to be caged in by some standards applied before too many of us even got Here in the first place that we could ever hide out whether in the trees fatally cut down to make more asswipe to swarm in panic over the chaos unfolding even if only half as or quasi-pandemic situations given as examples of the fear inherent in our future not having some of the wherewithal to be aware of tribulations on this particular tributary locally processing other peoples projected imperatives scaring the bad children… with trials quelling the mass hysteria to some extent while the intent weighs heavily on every body that drops out of the womb as a hot microphone might once the impact has struck while the iron is a blistering surface or fiery furnace ready to spit out the reasons to curse this manic depressive behavior into oblivion with words even though barely separate from the absolute one as when we cannot go but have to face responsibility for our actions or lack thereof to follow our passions no matter how superficial in the present compromising situations nature has provided for us, even when the sun burns our eyes to blindness there is no hiding only heckles from all sides that make us restless to get out of this cage of suffering into silence soured by hasty moves in getting there from Here projecting onto others a taint amount of smother and doubt that leads inevitably toward guilt binding our emotions and mental health attached to gaslighting tricks disguised as acts of helping others in telling us what we should do as any authority or professional might choose to continue this confusion on into extreme perpetuity by all accounts calling it ‘destiny’, manifests as bitter resentful fruit fallen from bigoted loins far enough away from the trees to perhaps see the forest better in the midst of solitude not isolation stirring the crazy a little more than that which makes it safe by eluding to being unpredictable and dangerous with the damage one can contain for only so long before we all get consumed by the rapacious nature of cannibalistic animals when it lurks in humans Here presenting as kind and gentle though so much worse when behind closed doors and schemes that call for the sacrifice of others to a cause…

thanks, khet_:/