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…dark forest Gump shun…

…bluffing the way through finding orientation along the lines of seeking fortunes as a slacker of such slightly retarded in my own ways and means as logic is the last thing on my mind at most times while awake and dreaming this real into place for the others who will inevitably read deep as the particles drift as much if not more than the meaning as it seeps throughout the expanding vapors that be Here not being peaceful but full of pieces as social erosion ekes away at existence as we know it today somehow astounded still with these mysteries, unsolved or insolvent making no difference to the inevitable pull of this gravity within our skulls that takes precedence over everything else we can observe or witness in a single lifetime thoroughly flummoxed by the precedent made stamped as a truth even wicked karma can abide by at times when there is not resolving words to magically utter that will forgive and forget every abuse we have taken and resisted as a species Here locked into this intense struggle without choice trapped as some obnoxious demonic spirit unless love and guidance can when people are put into amazed vulnerable positions, manage to get the applied regime where they should be taken for granted seriously enough to merit something different than this as most of us are not deft but dire sailors navigating continuously through oscillating variable wavelength and bandwidths decomposing stranges and charms that lay ahead beyond the field of view readily assumed to be true for all the disease that comes with circulating among the deceased Here impacting our sanity as their journeys take them beyond the wholly flesh so automatic and instinctual to a fault in this layperson’s version of hell biology and being presumed by mob mentality… as probing reality through various tests that define our individual progress parading past poisonous instruments used against vital survival as a trial without jury of peers as they too may be obnoxiously deadly trying to actively play berserker machines in the system alerting authority to obliterate and exile the entity that best depicts the enemy Here even though there are few parts dissimilar to really have weight in describing such killing games proliferating this realm because it all seems so virtual as to not even be reality one of a myriad of views and subscribers writing the most inane commentary, cellophane involuntarily celibate stutter as though the words could ever make sense in your lifetime because none of the idolized coolness will stay familiar what with all these new-fangled technobabble placed Here to impress your friends if you can really call them that if there is no bond beyond acquaintance being social as a hobby for some those whom collect people to insulate themselves from prominent problems of the day in either confusing their unique qualities as special or truly afraid of the glitch in these systems like a piece of cracking glass that slowly yet steadily yields to shatter, usually at the most inconvenient moments whether driving by rocks thrown as walls and ceilings collapse creating a different reality new to the user whose interface requires a more engaging personality doing the best it can for the person wielding it in an attempt to fake it until you make it on the way to power that consistently deludes us into thinking we are superior Here even though this sandblasted causeway rolls us slightly further with sisyphean repetitive consequence that ends up being the series of events leading to inevitable combat and conflict shooting sharp painful awareness throughout our bodies…

thanks, khet_:/