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…a Reptile dysfunction…

…what works in different ways that magic cyclical deflection that hums and jerks along like a spidery strand of thread threatening those days that never end with tormented tribulations and then a specially-gifted blood-bound matter imbued with facts and chatter from the depths of a soured grape or two whose wrath is released daily as gilded edge saving grace by which to lure all of vengeful components fully out from hiding behind the decayed facet of tradition falling apart down at the seams where frustration like broken statues weeping for angels while rigged rhythmic beatings of the wings hearts and bats by unassuming radical innocence straining while the hands wipe away tears of the sanguine-distilled fermented eyes that never blink though somehow drip wet with the fluid most certainly not blood of any animals at all, but a sour simple syrup extracted from the abundant fruits making decadent inebriation a probability as can legendary times now be passed to that reliably half-stacked with such certainty all of our futures yet to become scoured and pressured into service in the greater juice of the agenda made sour mash of all possibilities as the desert of the real fluctuates so that the spirits never leave this earth, instead to be the movement of energy transmogrified into these matter-bound mutations accosted by forces from within and without that tries to kill the innocence while trying to retain the solidarity of the species among masses going full tilt into invested infestation of violence turning subtle vines of friendship into intimate conflicts that erupt minus a humanity for thy neighbor and petty in all situations that vacillate between grief and goodness… a vain orgy of the atrocious ways people manipulate each other for the greatest cult which will not have a name until the sentient creatures are yet to give it that it chooses then will have to deal with the various blasphememes as arise from such disposable culture clues kept track through that social media acting as though it were a selective digestion to smooth out rough edges seen from a distance ideological before any suspenseful business day is done, what irregular hounds of the gossip apocalypse as entertainments have become so riddled inside rivulets of bodily fluids smeared around while motion still distracts from these human sensations so controversial in their execution that every person once achieving a certain ration of depth and character decides where they wish to go in this most personal of adventures while webs of a subtly deceptive ingenuity as intense as it is corrupt woven throughout this heathen earth nature has blanketed with seeds to suck and grow, from a brutality vacuum utterly vicious that we exist within as much trying to find any exit to spaces where anyone can and will exist without there being some customary apprehension over what could be easily perceived as the plausibility of violent retaliation forcing into flight those that can attempt survival even when the pressure is at its utmost squeezing tension from every orifice to deny humanity from the animal shells lined up and ready to be fired from pistol whips that launch as much shoot the frail cannon fodder we are used with focused intent to scorch the ground removing pieces and peace with this kind of ammunition that we as hallowed graveyard rounds of swooning and grief becoming as good as vile that can ever wish solutions or cure even if the random perceptions cause us to eradicate those that seem closest instead of abdicate thrones of whatever porcelain waste or sacrificed from bone all in bad faith…

thanks, khet_:/