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jazimantique

chimerical sphincter distinctively oozes the rich mixture like a pus out onto raving lips licking and wet to crave the taste of an animal gods’ juices after killing it in this metaphysical field of battle where all love equals gravity attracting the enemies like flies to the honey-baked glaze grazed lightly the too-sweetened deal as some romantic jazz like jism plays between conscious ears usually reserved for hearing fears squirting out of that rear entry to your brains through encoding movements within the stem, that whiny glass neck about to break and chip that all costs collected by thugs of a brutalist culture attacking this both puerile and sterile environment of a sheltered fearfulism accosting the taxpayers’ their hard-earned moneys while shoveling piles into the hands of a jaded conspiracy able to be met by the legends and leaders left dying aside for the master plans colliding in the differing world views expressed, and then ignorant fighting leading to wars like some swift harbinger of fates yet to be up for review and revising the truth for whatever it is worth without usually considering all those people that weigh in on such decisions chasing ideals into the form of dreams like balloons slipping outside of our grasping curiosity reaching through endarkened ages that hold an information as a preserve to saturate our culture still to be utilized in another frame of reference when looked through with zoetropical eyes showing us our hopes and fears with whatever we can consider a moving honesty that what is felt seems mostly betrayed genius as we might come to think of our personal righteousness… possessed by the plenum in whose gases of which we are the partially pneumatic moving through this farce of now-historic miseries taking notes where we can stand as physagogues now placed against those beings who squirt our gaseous contents out over these distorted visions when even a lack of substance can make us feel more whole while inside of ourselves Here doubting the transcendental moments of humanity locked into timESPace escapers that require us to evolve adaption for the individual in whose mark has always been made through the vital substance of that which is at hand, like clock’s hands commanding us to do what we don’t want if it is as problematic as the rest of life then so be it as a mindset to survive applies amidst the everyday bewildering atrocities constantly questioning why an Other does the things they do whether a crippling lesson learned as a self-sacrifice can be too harsh for those wishing a soft and yielding surface to get comfortable with, but these are temporarily autonomous pieces apparently unable to contain themselves as a series of incidentals without slipping irresponsibly into some sudden reassessment of self when taking in stock of one’s own intrusive and obnoxious traits and behaviors becoming weak solvent solution…

Thanks, khet.