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…mutants, writhing & ridiculous, in this Idiot flesh…

…utility of words fails to prove anything of value stays that way or achieves some other oppositional force that compels us toward certain doomed behaviors causing such casual damage in the long run game running away from us constructively conquering winners and losers as wars what bring assimilation for all to wallow in self doubt wandering aimlessly while projecting no plans or proposals Here though only to evade the powers that be ridiculously chiming in to command people what to do be put to better use proactive agents guilty of ignorant abuse bandied about if truth could be set free, information fire illuminates liberating no object or body but freeing details into the vastness as bothersome and encumbering as that can and will get as years proceed into decades back again into moments perceived by our measures and scale of time not all exclusively justified to be sure real artillery not meant for us as long as we can remain faceless creatures capable of being animals considered by others never safe for anything other than work because everything in motion requires human sacrifices personal layers of shame and blame consistently passed along upon the currency of social circuits compromising responsibility, authorities on orders becoming approximations to righteous manipulation attack through heinous ministrations questing for value occur Here true as our moral compass subliminally pointed toward understanding spiritual self above getting lost in material affairs oftentimes while unaware of all living nuance swirling around us always waiting for an opening to strike at after those layers exposed soon exploding in an array of cantrips and caltrops distracts those hypnotized by fireworks when such sparking ignites collapsing new people some cuckolded by their own sheltered sensitivity as their sanity buckling is set to shatter heathen shards outward into fascist turds proposing policy… distrust loosed floating and stranded in this punch bowl that in whose excessive imperious ignorance anxious and awaiting that killing flush with the rest of us perilously complicates survival further by aggravating all aggregates antagonism making events more complex frustrated participation comes in the form of many obstacles Here actively obstructing those standardized processes operating used to tame what natural chaos is left mechanical progress measured as default de-facto due mode of operations attributing outside acts with impromptu choda awareness either good enough or not enough in many ways our perceptions and ability for adapting to chances of change happening, though how else should it feel to be this supposedly ideal primal apex predator hidden under the skin through multiple generations and variations of domestication applied to us trying to force if there were an ability tapped to bringing mutant mutilations to entertain the grotesque massive producing content percolating to the surface infested with grand expectations of success but end up wallowing in the cesspool instead sleepwalking into possible nightmares swirling as intensity sobers us to the realization of the damages brought upon by us doing the dirty work of others often trapped either way by obligation litigation or otherwise, the gators are gonna get us all floating down Here through swamp of foolish rabid hungers ready for the next meal raw fixation on consumption as nature wants to thrive in this substance as much as we do but our hoping none of the other predator gets to us first is unique to the human condition fretting over worrisome emotional clutter because at these points forced listening to everything extreme in mass-hystereo enough of us desensitized that we have become numb dumb and socially awkward in our features that seem almost by design this far into anthropomorphic natural displays creative…

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