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…again latin is not dead yet though we die most often all upholding myths that can enough of some gods vomit leak through to touch as rightfully far-retching repercussions so becoming righteous selves in our appeal to whatever forms we gather Here asking questions such as why it is we are placed upon this heathen earth only holy solely to feel and sense pains in this current age of violence technology both right before our eyes as those on the way hinders from at least two seconds distance behind to help maybe unknown what at first keeping alive perhaps occurs, disparate contact sources have settled down since last we were infused with energy from reservoirs beyond ourselves linking ideals and ideas together by virtue of existing in this life we succumb to these optimal delusions of grandeur that these dirty angels with clean faces actually can pass successfully through thresholds thus absolved into being forgiven from higher powers who can themselves begin to comprehend these macabre dancing correlations between being and nothingness to the music of the cosmos which has captured us in flesh to witness as times changing futures distracted into oblivion by some pied-eyed piper representing the end, of something profound courageous witnesses to something we could only ever fathom through labels and fables melded together alluringly glazed donuts at the ready as food for bribing you local constables as what powers they had should be limited if said officers cannot serve and protect providing aid for people when necessary not sell your loyalty to the highest bidder unless morals and ethics mean nothing to you but those that do will take great joy in punishing wrongdoers for misdeeds disguised as philanthropic projects supplying some front or another where parasites can take advantage of broken systems already placed… effigies disgraced by human wiles whittling away civilized watermarks into reflections of distortion throughout the ages Here various are disease and suffering considered godsends perhaps that which is the end of god defined as the oddity of surviving anything unscryptid in the Out There fingertip grips of gods as elemental movements caught lost beast in traps set by the wilderness fall and collapse to ensorcell us all in each our own ways reacting unpredictably to observe the hellish turn of the screw as puppets become puppeteers themselves perpetuating harsh cycles reflecting nature as they see fit fatalistically declaring overabundant rulership, mothership blues overcome and overwhelm those sensitive to such disrespect laid as cobblestone to lead the path forward toward utter corruption scathing against decency in all its myriad exaggerates flexing tendrils attempting to put everything into stranglehold waiting for the sun not to touch the earth amidst modern ancients Here captivity oftentimes by choice lately crazy obsolete literation rears its ugly head back into the vernacular angling for new meanings to layer over upon old creating strange sediment of language reinforcing boundaries of fetishized xenophobia built up throughout these many generations feelings of absurdity for eternity in perfection of concept, instead of mutating backwards into dark matter returning Here in casual cosmic cycles natural nonsense listening to all varieties trying to decipher and interpret from that which remains proven angular variables attempt to direct us static through this noise pollution reality seriously provoking us somehow with frustrated methods atop the madness while weathering the storms measuring our progress to become better people contrasted with incomplete archives of prior times to guide by searching for some trustworthy trail that doesn’t happen to turn trial before such scatological tribulations occur recovering from what terrible procedures offered our bodies temporarily to endure life…

thanks, khet_:/