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…candiru Jesus amidst urban white fish…

…flinging self against the six walls to see what splits out of the noggin knocking on doorways that may resemble heaven to someone who has never known it as with hell that we must all adapt to or die or be dominated by overwhelming patterns removing character eroding as sand in the storm as it roams around blustering as before being proof if it wants victims to exploit Here amidst the chaos and debris strewn loosed admission to guilty parties of truth without truce conducive to further smooth over while those problems still remain born of selfish impressions required goal, to get the fuck out of dodge before it explodes sensitive documentation of desecration as molestation as much vice versa it wants to eat us alive slowly poisoned by those things we are unable to tolerate without damage inflicting itself yet again leaving scars all over our unified mind and body trying its best to deflect the determinate detestable detritus that forces us steps back no matter how forward facing it gets to conflict us when we hope we are at our best though most times really at our lowest common denominator as detonator subtly sinister skewed perceiving in what remains, contained within us an archive abstain refuse and restrained containment makes us mental Here obsessing over the little bits and bytes we get aggressive in fighting to find corrective behavior does not mean one is right or allowed to be arrogantly self righteous without reciprocal opposition surrounding that circulates stinking winds of desolation desecrating human endeavor prematurely dropping fruit off far before ever ripening sanctified treasures of nature we barely comprehend much like ourselves unable to see properly when the mind is blind forcing ideologies on others to impressive subtle control commanding respect through antagonistic methods constraining very little… much as any other civilization barrelling toward collapse one stone thrown against the thrones at a time slowly acting as the sand in the our glass of hours eroding away into the almost formlessness of everything else around us no matter how many individuals are victimized by the passing of time in such a manner without respect or etiquette to assuage our egos combined Here and reckless as separate perceptions having narrowed insight enough to survive cold critical nights of day endarkened us blinded by the light shining incongruous with our actual lives by leaps and boundaries of the imagination, calling forth righteous indignation from the bowels of our collected circumstance reaching out for the pinnacle to arrive in this general destination whose impulse is not for us but for itself whether we devote or veto our own character in order to serve something greater than us even if such entities are malevolent does not seem to make a difference in the least when static clings to reality trying to freeze it into place gripping minds that way strong holds are liable to crush whatever dark materials out of the head as waste and splatter spread of gore suddenly unleashed, the skull damaged by such superficial improvements shaping the face in ways unrecognizable as human these days because we are not the same as our station in life changes that we cannot help it merely succumb to it without selfish need to annihilate others in the process not everything has to flare out igniting the very edges of the end to percolate to the surface wreaking havoc where none could have been previous to these terrors in our hearts manifested and still exchanging blood money and sex to fuel the foolish displays of foolhardy barbaric attitudes no one can cherish…

thanks, khet_:/