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…loveless loss, Liminal, pretty parts doomed…

…throwaway garbage removed from ourselves as easily takeaway without cluttering up the insides with painful dying sores contradicting whatever is left of population afflicting itself undamaged wilderness chaos hones in on those human links weakest between sanity and needing refresh to reboot the psyche many times over in our lives though that there is no other feeling or option when trapped better shot down in feral bliss than walking living beasts getting worse treating others worse more thoughtful but not doomed rather something else than the rest of humanity we stage drama from our wounds caged most days by interactions, fixated upon though never quite fixed because they must always be falsely focused on fated first afraid how the flagging plot unfolds red the cursed scars say stop scared inasmuch scarred by the implications created that delicate threshold ascending by disbelief in things unseen without there being dense amounts of evidence with the eyes made apparent scene depicting creatures haunted behind taking up residence inside the mind when doubts finagle their way in certain facets of right angle to approach divine and conquer bending to the whim of newfangled discrepancies altering the paths familiar territory expressed sweeping waves of imagination, swept through many living lenses lodged discreetly throughout various identified tribes and lineages within ourselves as remote species in with our elders still vapid vermin caught underneath shoes walking hurriedly toward destinations meant for limited life spans evoking ideas of desperation in heads seeking opportunity alone chasing dreams usually unknowing of the dangers ahead catching most of us off-guard Here state of reckless abandon often enough to make fundamental laws to set parameters to stop offenders from becoming more offensive brazenly riding waves of optimal delusion for as long as it can work for just anyone climbing greedily toward success… cauterizing the route behind them so not one person even in good relations ever follows in those footsteps because the end result should never be as crowded as it could get if the real secrets were spilled to everyone instead of this sucking of cesspool-level success draining and training mature maze walkers to become those very same vampires we grew up with as boogeymen although Here disguised as human beings after the youth dies out and our very touch turns poisonous reaching inceptive concepts difficult to describe without metaphors or correlative elements to things compare and contrast these against perception, confusing the details with each other oftentimes because of combinations of curiosity and genuine desire to know the answer no matter the cost personal sacrifice the least of their concerns when attempting to distract away from the distortions that crop up while certainty remains in place undermining the reorientation of systems new or different of anything Here as anywhere else people utilize value judgment and harsh criticism wholly for scandalous sake of controversy to dictate worth upon skewed spectrums fueled by ignorance hatred and assumption in socially-compromising situations but for now emotional ties to stay sober treating trust as disease, what hive mind suffering unconscious atmospheric states blindsided by conditions disjointed and incomprehensible arguments karma coma as creatures of habit while in stasis forming one voice retaining allure in allowing for breaths to be taken between those active moments cajoled into action figure projection of oneself on the hero’s journey state of determined survival to match any other bitter rivalry fires of inspiration ignited once realized that each second is so vital to the overall movement and passageways to the next flowing fluidity flux us in the face when through with each one leaving empty this battlefield momentum never slowing…

thanks, khet_:/