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the crystal ball burns out quickly after devil’s night came and left us Here without much more than we as ourselves cells chained together to get the best results instead of last resorts putting in much more than concentration and focus alone as destiny wields cruel history taking it out in the damaging wake of natural disasters at a risk of what may not properly heal itself to make whole again a thing most hindered whether system or person caught in the grip of goddamned unfairness as part of the many ironic lessons that force us to raze up to a lunacy the energy reversed back in on itself through thoughtless means to end yet another life with intrigue, the agents in this cognitive play fighting back or purging nature’s surging urges a situation at a time with the residual clues when harmony used to harm the karma allows the devil its dues of knot loosed for those chosen to perform as actors or hacktors on behalf of these conceptual shadows breaking down humanity from within one act in whatever the given scenario that some erisian strategists have used to engage discord rolled up sleeves revealing mystery bowling for soup sideshow as technique to grow a small income, but maybe these schemes would never have worked out for the best in timing and instinct bestial synchronized to this grand circadian rhythm set to the rolls of a pair of dice disposed to decay before this rebirth keeps shifting around in distilling the final details of continuity as bad roommates reeling the suckers into a finan-shell game played for winning at those confidence thrills that mean everything to us though even this has lacked certain soul qualities whose steady birthing of chimera into this world do not care for anything or anyone when especially viewed as too loathsome are those who stand in their way… the shitty shifty beating upon bob’s your uncle heartless the urge throbbing tricks from which we make a sad and restless situation and nasty for the violence as it drips whether from bleeding wounds or madness contorting upon the lips of the brutal smile as these determinations yet again change us into the truth that is as yet a homicidal thread working in subtle trend on that massive mindless hive of humanity trying not to jive on through to the other side where the grass might have appeared greener because as overblown riots ideas of superiority this is the elusive perfection as things go when ideals as were idolized to become larger than life, and yet this that life we have given accent from within producing through words and energy most abundant entertained by these arts that have since discovery been toned down and made tame or as a technique repetitive in a spectrum of many, conforms to the social pressure in its own ways odd knowledge that has spread through scholars to squires back in ancient days churches that carried out what were considered of as the impassioned pleas for higher authorities to supersede their persecution from barbarian hordes whose thoughtless mutiny as selfish betrayal remains their only distinction amidst the derisive quality that makes a culture so damn superficial…

Thanks, khet.