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…Juxtaposed transgressive questioning…

…hustle sloshes relentlessly through vast vapid fields of vision bored to death we usually end up killing ourselves by whatever means we become comfortable with once aware of the finishing touches so-to-speak when things are so bleak as the house of common gripes and complaints can drive us crazy shady hazy gauze-laden self-mutilations for inspiration somehow derived from the painful assessment given from oneself becomes wicked mirror affecting regard held for whose behaviors we reflect best or most often perhaps dealing personally with issues frequently enough to perceive them as flaws always until mind is changed challenging through transgressive experiences, pushing limits though boundaries are tested potent taints pull us underneath the shrouds of urine to breathe in the wretch as it festers inches away from our collective face yielding barely fecal for anyone Here raging ages against the cages we are placed within from birth lean meaning mutating machinery gone ornery the mind recoils in horror silences revealing how loud quiet actually is Here displaced energy frustrated by direct attempts at working through solid mood manifested as concrete examples for civilizations to come lessons embedded becoming limerick-told inspiration handed down terrible thoughts justified by whatever possibly human personal means, writing things down in order to remember sometimes so difficult it can physically hurt to break character keeping up appearances over validating opinions through reasonable researching instead collateral damage when and if it occurs in these critical instances rudimentary tactics used to trick oneself into participating localized in the greater scope of society rustles fiercely being something into this breaking down the scaffolding of self required to appear functional Here insanity attracting or repelling wayward thoughts spreading this human disease replicated as massive viral clearing house subsuming what serenity the things we take for granted every each our own way… mashed together manic mush adjusting to the juxtaposed storms of chaos caught roiling across the landscape in many forms affecting us with bolts of lightning through fingertips hornswoggled on jazz hands hypnotizing vital items from the wall of sleep attacks with tongue of the earth used loud enough to force us to listen and be amazed at the context contained in the swirling edifice of words becoming magic in minutes due to manipulations that if played wrong anger rather than swindle the victims rent askew as their shrewd perception gets skewed by chicanery and misdirection the moves done with purpose, within circumstances situated lulled into seeing lux jux jobbie then posed as no threat of questions such that resonating deeply in the subconscious afterwards tracking and tracing only those distortions out of arrange stained happenstance summons beyond that continuous inner monologue compelling us what to do under domain of situations intense these current circus dances macabre and moody we place ourselves into Here including whatever civil defense we can muster trusting strangers while in danger so much we cannot help about happenings going on behind the eyes distinct between sets and scenes rigged by eager willingness to try being better, sinful subversive lessons learned lessen the trauma when shared sometimes with words other times works as required to decisively exercise artifacts that reflect the expanse of specialized knowledge acquired while Here in the present stark contrast past the bastards that take everything around them as obviously automatic as life was more difficult back then though now we must keep in mind the benefits to which we all of course draw upon drugs to get us through the good times and love love love to get us through the bad as once possibly sweetmeat marked by darker markets retreating into oneself…

thanks, khet_:/