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Half a brain.

we cleanse ourselves of disease in a different way… each to their own even as we catapult others into the mess that we inhabit, we crave the company that only misery seems to foster, and we are horrid as this collection of miserable people… moving without interest for anything or anyone, laying waste to everyone that feels we are a threat to their stability, and we have to confront what we readily dismiss as an aspect of our past somewhere along the line… we are horrible creatures of comfort to urge this reset of moral and practical boundaries, my touches do not elicit romance as this sexual demon wants more than this Here, but we are without a degree of passion for our own indifference even as we rally against the constrictive mores of society and its men-at-arms there to take the wasted youth away… instead we reap the weak benefits of the momentary as opposed to the ones which will manage our corrupt systems successfully over time, the people and the places matter to only those that see the relevance as it is the situations that condemn certainty into our souls at once, and these mad confrontations leave nothing on either side of the motion whether physical or emotional or mental… as the menial tasks overwhelm the real time denizens native to this struggle under oppression… the hell of human being is enough to deter some visitors, i’m sure that is what drives us insane is the mutability of our moods, and no one accepts false apologies on the part of this rude boy… a distillation of stupidity inside the crowded room, elementally no one cares about your problems but you unless it becomes clearly another person’s problem to deal with while around you… always in conflict with the beings we are compared with the beings we wish to be, and those others gathered around us with no further motivation to help or aid, we remain docile to a corrupt system that requires us to be wholly subservient to motives we are never privy to until it could be too late to do anything to counteract disposal… just because we perceive this corruption does not mean that we care for the people having to deal with this face-to-face themselves, but instead we seem content to wall ourselves off until the situation “blows” over… sooner or later everyone gives in to the vapid disintegration of the culture, and proceeds to whittle it down by shallow experiences that the human animal regards as special for each person, could this really be indoctrination?… everyone feels defensive of themselves and their loved ones as they try to covet this conformity to become accepted by the others out there, waiting for a person to give of themselves enough to grow beyond their current state, and yet we keep breeding haters and greed and faithless abandon into the fold… what psychotic dreams we indulge Here… there is no room for the baggage of everyone else, but somehow we are more capable than ever to drag along every single piece of hard evidence that corresponds to the ephemeral pieces of the puzzle we all need to grasp if we could only believe the dream without having to use lies as the backup, the drive has failed and they have pulled the plug away… we only need acknowledge this for it remains the only thing left to lose, we give them utter control with their words of warning beyond all numbed loss of control, and this is the limbo we have begged for since the dawning of time when people first spoke of their thoughts and feelings… the mighty halfwit has left the building through that strange portal held open about ass level with both hands gripping the seat, the starchy tearing as the forefinger hits that pulsating nerve buried deep, but there is no way of ever knowing which direction the screw would next turn…

Thanks, khet.