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…struggle of the Kerfuffle…

…struggling with confidence games tricks sewing nasty wild oats one and the same in the vast commonwealth of wilderness in minds latched onto by media of all kinds social and otherwise meanwhile drifting away from comfortable stability in finding edges to hinge oneself upon living forty-four words daily at least fringing with cringe expressions sometimes worthy of praise though oftentimes not so lucky as when reaping rewards given for perilously upholding what one believes even if what remains is overlooked sheltering veneer to fragile ego getting through harsher opinions that wither the self-esteem within only one person at a time, though it often feels as if we are all eventually to be held ensnared by corrupting turns of phrase confusing which becomes incomprehensible to others while first inappropriately provoking unsettling humor for ourselves how some witty elders of writ large might have approved of Here once upon our time captivated attentions deficient occidental compass orienting itself around looking for legends to follow while for us shutting our perspective to limitations with guaranteed potions and impotent solutions in choosing excuses to flaunt how much of any miraculous specificity these original tinctures possess as flawed medicines still yielding positive results from testing, problems being held captivated by what plays on the screen overarching rules toward supply demanding people such as ourselves when the sounds of drama flare our focus sharpens searching out the most satisfying pieces in the modern puzzling compromises Here wrought with nothing to gain from existence but we remain sinister shining examples in our shifting shell shock when timelessness cuts us off from natural connection so sublime serene and unreachable except energy rearranging typical shapes through dreams seeking pleasure in the divine devotion to self mind and body host to the personal temple tempted by outside powers that be… we get used to being shit upon especially when taken as antidotes in what we require to achieve full cognitive function believing ourselves somehow unaffected by warnings ceasing to sound off so alarming toxic talk sick of sick sad worlds colliding frequently enough to raise valid concern even though nervous about lifting any false flags amidst surveillance culture warfare so cold it recalls tensions of the near past now micromanaged to seem insignificant from the distance of passing cars quickly engaged with the surroundings as opposed to living inside of thoughts feeling better left unsaid when every utterance feels wrong, judged Here as inadequate descriptions falling out of the mouth manifesting as crucially sensing synchronous certitude of error and guilt admonishing by way of psychic link deciphered through the lenses as instinct intuition and intellect in currency crossing our organic circuitry following foolish whimsy devouring what remains logistically to collect and spend toward returning cycles to their previous circadian rhythms tumbling into this ideal massive along lines of communication stabilized to convey direct and necessary information reaching an age of reckless abandon for regard respect or integrity applied in some ways unforeseen completing that subtle creation residing in our heads, projected outward through integral channels to maintain proper emotional ventilation systems if wishing to continue down this direction with obstacles attached fighting to stay relevant as much cherished opulence by grand stand of nepotistic voting process Here verily crafted to maintain the illusory sway and swagger terms such as freedom or patriot being up to the individual themselves to manage independently of each other without coming back to figure out unified regimes interdependently coaxed from our social cocoon wrapped in our own shrouds of urine to appease the gods we were given Here poisonous friends promoted as martyrs for sacrifice…

thanks, khet_:/