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spectacular tentacles from unfathomed depths of the human psyches partially animal as much alien to us until experiencing the way through perceptions the likes of which we will never see again once the moment of momentum passes quickly before our very eyes chemically-driven hive minds alight with surprising consequence slipping on random obstacles not stable enough to hold us aground of our flights of fancy and fantasy quelled by toxic vibrations that rape us as submission tactic crass as spastic in clutches to cross to bear without being scared almost to death as that requested probability coughed out into that vast darkness that cracks with each step moved in a direction that eats our soul from some external source sour on our course toward oblivion, war and profit as the rest of the last flower children wither and die away peddling their come oddities of ritual onto virtue without caring for the others arrested by thought when an enchanted victim becomes the next to transfer those beliefs onto others out of primal archetypes trying to get the better of us one at a time that a confession for these confectionary con artists choosing a quarry as wisely as such a career permits capable throwing the wool of the sheep over a massive with eyes and teeth and hands called “humanity” gnawing at this knowing without noticing what lies upon the edge of this repurposed food for thinking moves ahead of the miles it takes to get these tasks done and finished with in whose ease of accomplishment rides the acquisition of the experimental experiences circuit this life entails detailing the tales we bring to the tables and charts of this species building specifics that break objects to their atomic levels as in componential junctions which supply energy to everything else the cosmos feeds from to create more in ever recycling abundance buoyed afloat by the hope drained in epic doses from the people moving without thinking at all, but jumping and reacting at whim right into whimsical fancy brought whole from surreal pillows of etheric clouds under whose thunder gods and monsters were brought out to play leaving silhouette burns against our cave wall psyches washed in a darkness ever-consuming solid negative to which death is perhaps a correlated effects our forced fingers where as they might not belong reaching for more knowledge consuming credit and fiat currency by trading barter for battery… killing the workers united in winning against the winners whose methods makes a massive grave much quicker than being deathly afraid of dying while living free taxes the errs we breathe caustic as the toxic furies rise and fall acid rain bleeding from the skies as our eyes are blotted blind by ecliptic cataracts of spiritual cancer our choices have made for us crusting slightly over the sides in tears and blood dripping bilous and vile reeking of rot and raw carnal sores weeping for the pain to stop, the new crop of ignorant brats suddenly shat out as missiles projected at devious men trying to be better men by different standards again using words to defend and convert others to devout practice of war gone out of control by the hands of too many men swaying their cocks in gross dominant fashions attempting to break and corrupt the system to create cast off outcasts as generically acceptable thus thrusting many exceptional skills to the side while maintaining a crass jurisprudence too shocked by its diseases to find the root cause causing this painful reaction of allergy, but catering to difficult to define interested parties making the world insane by their banners and flags and nationalism blatantly socialist and communist twisted and inverted into occulted symbols betraying those left standing upright business classes smashed against the punks who did bring the fire needed to ignite sparks of inspiration and imagination who become an iconoclastic tragic fascist wingman…

Thanks, khet.