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…questions, that questing, mock du Liebe…

…crafting content no one who will see meets the pompous asshole within defies all logic influencing words that spill the people though not forward only conflicts internally released that no one ever hears as clear as the loudest voices surrounding whose influence pupating in larval states annulling virtuous animal redemption through conscious circuits to stellar outlooks that may or may not reach true fruition Here resistant to growth in many forms caged by domesticated behavior from distrust to disgust curated chambers the gamut runs of operating possibilities proceeding from one project to the others in formal randomness planting future seeds, conceded as being necessary emissary for futures other than what we are in Here glimpsing wonders for the briefest finite remedy for conscious appeal to better instincts having evolved over familial constraint staining and chaining generations to come and go with such frequent feral velocity extremely common convenience coerced differently than the monotony of ferocity tracking our every aggression taken in and out of context framed exploit of mass debate taken too far beyond to achieve exceptional understanding when at any point our wits collectively and as individuals could be knocked loose without consistent thought from then always testing reality, tasting history in the making sometimes it devours us as much as we consume it loops cyclical in throughout random compromises obsequious and funereal smiles salivating at the thought of more carnage than ever before as the caretakers care not anymore to the detriment of those engaged to circuitry changing us all into naive bio-weapons casually unleashed to feed and succeed where there are too many whom have fallen out of favor with the administrators washing their hands clean of wrongdoing while still successful Here mocking inasmuch mimicking business as usual utilized for unusual purposes intentionally trying to mislead everyone… supplemental supplicants chance is taking us for ridden as vessels wrestling with the attraction to these damages and why what reasons are we to commit our feasible time Here on this heathen earth raw from yielding up its goods serving unkind mankind for centuries until extinction ends intellect perceiving as instance in advance though doing nothing to stop the unreal momentum causing within us desensitized stimulation from which as society and civilizations are forced to endure changes never losing the energy using neurosis and psychosis to push through cosmic calibration forcing out any weakness transmitting extensions of validity received negatively, average wisdom becomes suspect street-level nemesis able to catch us off-guard when there are no guardians watching over those surveilled and contained some of us lost amidst multiple directives promoting clarity though wishful spiritualism remains wistful clinging to the cringe fabric of our lifetimes utterly devoid of meaning as another shroud of urine floats on trying to convince us of the magical realism only possible in literature until such times where they do indeed upgrade to save the day hopeful as often tragically mistaken token gestures and sometimes welcome sentiment but usually ants have no answers focused swerving across dirt, inert broad spectacle barely glimpsed hanging out in front of people awkward like one testicle whose nude lucidity shocks those who notice yet scary to haphazard witnesses blatantly annoyed prudish no humor angered senses when confronted upon many sides by various stories each coiled up to loudly sound gaudy blaring horn ugly criticisms dancing the edges without falling Here is difficult at best and lethal at worst in the eyes of beholders akin to incidental viewing of bloody car wrecks stunned at the act of the virtual or imagined becoming so visceral before any thoughts could ever begin making sense…

thanks, khet_:/