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i feel like i degrade you, the viewer, not with unkind gestures or rhythms of unfair turns of phrase… though maybe that last part was more correct than i would wish it to be, i still try to map out the rest of the false destinies that have cracked the charade made the more bluish tint because of discrepancies in my own personal views lurking behind their motivations, and i must work with this to expand and flesh out their reality… bringing together all of these concepts of metaphysics and their interpretation of the human manner, but effort involved in the work is not all mine, as i reflect from off of my lover as well as her reflections extracted through the distilling device that is the human relationship through my distorted perceptions… my voice sometimes feels too unhinged to speak relevantly on any matter that needs discussing, it creates repetitive anxiety whether discussion would be for the better or worse, but that does not eliminate me from the need to describe how i am feeling nor eliminate the necessity to vocally acknowledge my responsibility in making others closer to me feel ill at ease themselves… how absolutely little we are guaranteed to know without fault or guilt, the seed planted for future generations to build a totally functional reversal out of a disposable idea of culture, and trying to grease the wheels of progress for another go at the helm at the same time… a wrought-iron pin stabbing through the fever-pitch brain as it melts the eyes in my head, the nerves inside are far too burned out to be repaired, or so it would seem from the insight out… i do not doubt that clarity is certain once the pinnacle of so many overlaid patterns over these many ages is interpreted honestly somehow, but is the intelligence residing within this plethora of information slowly making us all more aware?… or is my saintly sanity merely getting the best of me?…

Thanks, khet.