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…attempting to laugh through the stigma of sigma schematically forging ahead in these trying times of life creeping deeper into humanity by the rectum one of many openings to the world soul Here sometimes the tide of collective shit storming through bewildered masses unprepared a society somehow oblivious to the obvious on all levels depending upon whom you ask using words flustered and panicked to address reasoning or lack thereof in others hovering just above the precipice as coherent civilization careening over the edge as aptitude and attitude exchange places any order that works to salvage this savage troubling unity, beneath the meddling skin of civility divorced from ourselves we shed layers of phase denoting change as the years advance us forward through the densest parts of emotional distress without some life preserver shifting the sifting sands to liquid rising higher and higher until drowning becomes priority concerning issue as much suddenly disconcerting to muddling the flow of destiny spark so small feeling diminished anonymous underneath enshrouding organized oppression aggressively played off as genius work ethic generating on sequential objectives to reach for consoled by the urge before any agency can blind you with degrees of perspective grating nerve centers, blistering annoyance opposed all characters to each other on being at various points viewing the same thing our minds making the subject exclusive with how we choose to filter personal perceptions allowing ourselves sight of these hidden forces further baffling issues with trust and confidence in systems already in place to verify the narrative of subjects in motion objecting to their objectification while objectifying with certainty what aspects interest them into magnification blotting out real world practicality around this lone star in their universe radiating outward to capture through engulfing all of their attention away from required basic human maintenance… the urgent sleaze of devotion calling upon all you named to have given fine critical edges to slash or cut their pounds of flesh from your yet still living carcass when your production ceases to function the raw material gets redistributed between hungry passengers requiring the blood sacrifice to keep energy with those younger psychopaths being in the way though faster when caught in the freak cage for too long to pass for human anymore left stunned cunt-try and cunning stunted growth rolled up into that living submissive explosive triggered at anything that slightly contrasts with what’s in their headspace, blown up white out in pent up frustration struggling to be let out constructively not complacently lead along straight into some unknown chamber of death slowly eroded by time and waiting for the conclusions to come to be relieved only slightly once attempting to put any pieces back into the cohesive order that actually retains information even if just as the rest fragments internally shifting sensory worlds as suppurating eerie nightmares brought to life from beyond nature though older forces still that perhaps humans in their cycles of humanity and various civilizations cannot place any name to staying unknown feckless, sleepless it is an outer presence much as us connected through consciousness or part of the greater cosmic conversation yet to be revealed Here that may just be that stellar essence to which all humanity wishes to be true such as an ascension or enrapturing decide who is to go and who is to remain maybe only as remains the disdain of having no purpose be blatant enough to pass through the odd filters installed yet without upgrade or update just perspective that slips by my lips without haste though cleverly distorts estranged by the impetus darkness versus light frequencies…

thanks, khet_:/