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…shunned from walking the line or seeing the sunshine through windows of opportunity confusion in life of feuding in my head with the locals because to confront them leads to nothing good assumed as such being the way it is which is to say knowing where one stands is power though puzzling to understand while consigned to compulsory service in this flesh beast forcing to attest to the misery that manifests like the air in error attempting to edge words in where even a breath can not be caught Here, to consecrate this form of erratic behavior to obscene the saprosanct rituals mortifying tendencies in acceptance of the extremes circulating the folk sayings and aphorisms among any dust travelers that tell tall tales left around to witness the aftermath of action manifest destiny can trigger fragile altered states in all manner of creature that nature has raised up attempting to survive in this way while our fellow animals retreat into the background leaving us to represent the conscious intelligence forged into fingertips of god that appear more as blind cilia supplied pushing by the supremely excremental layers of humanity through bowels congested as a hive might inside osmotic digestion patterns, more of what came before becoming absorbed and compressed into conformity as depicted getting stronger by unregulated growing as massive manifold density beyond point of justified thoughts of morbid disease or grotesque visage becomes the side effects from judgmental tension of outside opinion fueled by critical disparagement used in easily dismissing another truth by missing the point and uselessly tending to falter because of enough ignorant humors to make worse for those with compassion and foresight to choose seeing as plan of intent past option paralysis should formulate reasonable solution for them that have the light ideas to extrude passed through aural tradition… primal levels attempting to mend and befriend through those circumstances as the hostile gatherings become ones mundane and petty for thoughts and prayers set to distract detract and desensitize while nothing gets done every day we see trying to go in a better direction than in servile unit capacity preparing to be souled for the highest bid as commodity on what you produce as subjects considered the objects though never truly viewed as being objective as one would choose to be true, what other cankerous chances have we got while Here waiting too much then anticipating some kind of substantial trust in humanity even when perceived as the enemy on some days more than others that might affect as happiness but without the hassle of hot pursuits through loosed turned goose chase or leper-conned gold to be culled out of the ends of rainbows broken by rancid machine in flux spitting acid and dry acrid flame on to err in ways that currently reign down enough damage to soon make us all crypto-zoological levels of incubated mutation over time to be harvested once our individual uses within a localized paradigm gets deprived and timed out that the parameters give way to focus in on a proficient efficacy created by these sheltered critters consuming cuckolded catastrophe on demand better than any bread and circus combination fomented from civilization’s cradle, while cruising through the phases before they become crushed by weight of waiting for what is to come next from humanity’s parasitic infestation and exploitation of nature and each other as it approaches an evolution revolving around us and our abilities to harness fundamental energies away from our enemies distortions committing us to these distracted behaviors while searching for personal saviors not some suicidal idols putting pressures upon us…

thanks, khet_:/