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…grasping at straw men in this no hope fiction of fateful restitution restoring the proof that evil can and does win over good even if all this vague information remains housed in obscure terms and jargon used awkwardly that does not excuse anyone of their behavior instead then reversing those pointing accusatory fingers delivering woeful results those dope faces not prepared to hear bad news telling us things will only change under their watch but who is watching them defending us from heinous reigns that may never end if allowed to continue doing damage abusing languages and engagements of trust, harnessing this human disease throughout our lives spending us out while it thrives casually surviving to the next episode like with new hosting sources capable of more disaster to master and retell stories of ravaging viruses and bacteria happening to trigger are those things we never thought could affect us in words and pictures though once we are faced with the thing up close humor is required as another tool to escape harsher experiences ahead always accessing the deeper realms of our fears extending further out as body horror enshrouded in this curious creature we are circumventing situations of life, or death because risking anything one has worked hard for is no mere sacrifice giving gods rights to control the direction of your soul by appeasing them with valuable objects devoted to defilement in their names as bog bodies moved from their natural resting places to be further analyzed by the discriminating scientific eyes forensically dissecting to find information once thought blasphemy in olde tyme fascinations with dead things resurrected curse through the surgeon’s hands cruelty as affront to natural curiosity yet to be while superstition and misinformation are enough to sway attitudes that matter most now when still effective… the world is an author of vampiric literature structured to seem normal though efficient venom courses through us all triggering apoptosis or death cells to pop open as weeping commences to eject the fluids that have been waiting to release almost spores from a fungus spreading its fruits from layers of visions and shared myths already declared dead by the machines that cycle rhetorical controversy as though nothing but fisting the apocalypse to exploding out into a slippery localized fury as personal climax squeezing without doubt that saproscient energy derived for use in a variety of folkway elixirs and philtres, just as rhino horn or elephant tusk justified murder and extinction emulating civilization previous never so civil as they are wanting to seem until that seam of secrecy is destroyed sometimes revealing the secrets therein becoming wide spread knowledge yet never the same as it was prior to whatever rampant trash humanism can get into the system interjecting its fundamental genetics to spread yet further deeper as though this corruption were common or part of an average day in the factory reflecting the work orders on a larger cycle of reference Here as governments environments and even the military-industrial complex, driving these many things and more to leap off cliffs in trusted faith conform or die unspoken direction manifesting as cognizant dissonance on whose authority dictates to all reversing psychology vocally promoting predestined options toward the very same direction herding us in by our choices chosen for us reference granting dreams and stealing others until as bleakest house rules then win us over taking away what sensibilities we had left and burning down the remnants Here with zealous efficiency in condemning what they do not relate to or understand inherent access one for another to evils no lesser of ego…

thanks, khet_:/