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…by Leaps we are bound…

…custom made misery machine plumbing the depths of humanity continuing to make best attempts attacking neutral ground as nature defends through cosmic force unimpeded by whichever way this occurs to obscure this body in rot eventually decayed remains the same compulsive wounded cry quiet to summon the silent pull of gravity as our personal singularities slack and give way spinal column becomes spaghetti thin strand of thread perhaps as weakest link through dramas that descend and receive a reviving jolt as necessary from the forms of confusion that take shape amongst being credible sequence of actions coalescing series of madness, growing out of disparity implants doubts when we are not familiar with all these vibrant variations vacillating between very real dimensions under the labels of life and death cycling continuously as the natural realm need requires a spectrum of approaches in order to heal whatever wounds are inflicted through ignorance by these casual assailants doing the most damage some by simply being Here and affecting the rest for the worse hoping that something better appears from out of nowhere with nothing left to focus upon except making the slightest connections in our own heads which leads to many mind-changing movements, overall shaping the visceral core of cultural consciousness we seem to participate within somehow grasping at straw hats on straw men whose fallacies flail us bluntly to cave in as the gut flora flared and fucked up on understanding passing our energies tacitly brapping back and forth in a four-point catharsis of the soul that may not have rippling impacts upon oneself and immediate environment Here isolated as well as trying our damnedest to yield a prophet from this social experiment going places we could never fathom in this mindset oblivious to the obvious tempting fates having virtually no guidance… prior to intercalation of our collected starting dates in nine months or so after being conceived and kept intact no matter whatever glitches wombs carrying along with gestating us until ready to anti-pop right out into this desert of the real that captures us collectively whether we feel as trapped when we first appear or learn over time to behave in these cautious ways allowing for our survival a little while longer than expected by the idea of a greater good when confronted with the process of making things better instead of a worse case scenario more and more, staid whine as analytical engines falter commanding every day that accumulates the more data spoken from talking heads to track the trends and rate statistics to death until those pretentious wholly zombified whims to rise again from the depths as superficial fads recirculate a drifting catch caught only by a few wondering where our fundamentals really come from and to what ends the words will inevitably become exploited into conforming to what stylizing of meaning lose to those that try to haphazardly follow through the middle distance Here resistant to analysis because everyone stands there against horizon line between sun see and sky, keeping consistency through constancy weighing in against curriculum by which we all say we shall abide adhering to social criminals and their kind of mayhem while it travels farther making victims of our species throughout consequent generations lingering in the blood mechanics and genetics as though curse not to be taken too lightly as the irony tries flattening out the more arrogant of us by playing that long game of long pigs slowly poisoning each other by opposing ourselves with hateful rhetoric stirring self-righteous stances to divide and conquer all while those profiting appear to be wielding control…

thanks, khet_:/