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as manarchy cl’wned…

jesters and jokers turned stubborn decadent rulers by which some nations measure their traditions of treasured ideals mocked by the next version of a civilization a stone’s throw over the fence built to keep out all of the freed radicals who have changed their engaging minds for the denizens whose hearts of which they have touched by not being willing to kill to survive makes us a greater civilizing force to be reckoned with as the space and knowledge demands us to open up and out through exclusive glares to task righteous in our judgments, but then we realize who we are hurting by taking a critical edge to these sharped senses of wit and irony as well as the sense of logic and reason when having allowed ourselves to deteriorate as we lower to the level of shadows whose integrity is nil and void as though not without some substance to affect awful change in the beings attached to them by feet and ankles as warped silhouettes hiding as our voiceless things inside by manifesting the most visible ghost in our spectrum system of speculative restrictions as made by the rotten standard bearers of ages past, in a domesticated wisdom and cliched rhetoric abused by anyone forcing others to only give them what it is they desire even if what that means is stopping the boat when a swaying nausea undermines us in only those senses sensitive to the layers of discretion built like calcified organs trying to be understood blindly in what seems like a prison whose thick cellular walls hold us all behind a tough skin… in the system as calloused as it wants to be as this juvenile state of stasis wherein we locate the person as buried deeper than under dirt in the unique psyche conscious with all of the ego weight and experience acquired through this course of obstacles called ‘life’ in which there appears no survival beyond this centralized flesh as the body can and will break down as moments of duress culminate in resetting the emotional calibration leading to mentions of struggle and hope conjoined with the human attributes to survival, but it gets tricky when these word games people play appear to conspire against you with all of their casual jousts stabbing and pricking the players into facing each other as opposition even if believing in similar things confuses and reverses the polarity of personal indiscretion and politeness left unused when words lead into an arguing of odd points whether as arbitrary or not which can fester the juices of moods between people into a toxic pus occluding any better communication, than what this engineered cystemic intention to infect thrives upon amidst the social petri dish in which our culture is found provided while supposedly fed the conflicting ideas that we are in such self-destructive loop while trying to rationalize these movements loosened up from crude and barbaric thinking left to sink into a shadow within us that mirrors all those dark helpless and terrible sides of ourselves dormant…

Thanks, khet.