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…within the Atropofictional…

…the friction of the functional aspects creates heat allowing entropy to take shape as the disorder spins tales of ever-widening circumference circling a drain and entering the sewers beneath our feet a casual street covered in concrete and asphalt to support all the larger pieces of debris human hands have built in order to retain some vital weight as an authority to drown us at the bottom of the barrel loaded with fresh violence for squealing pigs relentlessly enveloped in a filth used to keep interlopers at arms length away while the dirt and mud and feces become caked on the faces to the point of being unrecognizable to the others, the campfires with baleful glamors clamoring to send another ghost into the flames as sacrificed shard of our own beliefs in what lies beyond all this mingling flesh an exposed writhing code set blindly within our species by an elder god without sentience perhaps formed as a wyrm or demiurge to proliferate in darkest parts of the human heart as offal left on the slab to be examined then eaten as is the way through various accents of civilization circulating around for the moment of time we are Here after being summoned by our demons to slay them and their unresolved issues that carry over when genetics combine to produce the coveted offspring some think of as springboard to restored relationships or even as unequivocal healing of feelings when marriage woes strike though none of this compares to children used as pets or support animals even since time immemorial that innocent ones get the worse end of becoming indoctrinated into a series of systems that might fare better without them, all affairs of the heart end tragically because there is no winner take everything with our feelings often fragile as glass on the edge of shattering and those shards do not automatically establish peace offerings to psychic warfare Here where the respective mind body and soul trifecta attempts to combine forces pushing toward that righteously valiant self everyone has access to at one point or another… as subdued observer side of a self while those previous three negotiate terms of service to provide the person comfort and purpose throughout the tenure of existence Here populated with all sorts of individuals with thoughts of a differing scope and scale to what we have been fed to digest as more than a few readers of the priority that understanding the symbols our society uses is fundamental though not the kind into smiting others that overt earthly judgment cultivated from generations of the same occupation as their forefathers as much other misogynist brethren that takes up the cause, but this tirade parade never lasts long because much like a brutal storm that whips and wails against a human settlement once the hot air expires and the points they were shooting at become moot when there is no fuse to be lit by the fury of danger imminent and imperial almost casting validation toward terms that are pieces of the mechanism that drives this now no-horse chariot across the desert of the real just to be able to charge more for the journey since realizing where the landmarks have their meanings in place time and again so the imprint lasts longer perhaps even past the point of ekpyrosis, finding trails worth the time to pursue sometimes means having to live in this body for more beats churned up beyond eleven though also happening to be arrogant and pretentious because there are stranger things raving on out there than what we think we know…

thanks, khet_:/