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Lost edges of the fringe.

slaughterhouse works set on stunning people over the various parts of the nation, and spreading the pathogen worldwide coveted and carefully hidden by those leaders anxiously awaiting for the revolution to begin, as this perhaps proto-cultural immunodeficiency gone horribly awry where the white (people) blood cells historically go crazy from the heat of inbreeding becoming much like isolated viral strains of the same weird quality… a cherished state for the murderer at large provoking a set responses so ingrained in the nature of the human animal that communication does not diminish the horrible acts as they take place and come to public awareness, and we have such a heart for the dark predator of humans in the back of our own subconscious desire to die, wondering if we shall be the next victim of that killer on the loose breaking the silence to scream once more in the dark before suddenly that nothing else… the thoughts making patterns divide and conquer the atmosphere derived from two or more minds in collaboration with the wall of sleep, to compete without boundaries that would impede motion towards the progress of the whole world, but there are few turns that make the human feel appropriate more suited to the land promoted as their home other than seeking out what you wish to achieve yourself… some cannot manifest their dreaming so easily, and those are usually the most reserved persons that limit themselves from inside where the spark comes from, the dangerous people are these people who condemn themselves to stasis like a god to which there are no appropriate offerings to burn Here… the excited particles are adjusting to recreate the encapsulation that mimics a wholesome environment into various diverse insights into reality both current and particular yet altogether bared and used like fangs on some colossal cultural perpetrator in the dark no good, this blank vertigo state some might consider a limbo in-between the colliding spastic dementias motivating human affairs as they work like a social erosion on the paths of multiple thoughtful outlooks in the world now and ever as the same energy exists forever and never dissipates, but this honestly does shift from one side of the argument to the other as personal odds are found stacked toward imbalance eventually to collapse and poison the other people in the immediate vicinity and so on it goes until all are “infected” with this thought structure embedded somewhere deep in the psyche… a harsh instrument of the cultural relief valve that utilizes the vague lines of stupidity projected through humanity in the wake of an evolutionary harmony in developing intelligence and knowledge, this capacity has always existed in the human heart as an absurd slant on what could appear as public opinion, but it is a naturally human trait to wish to be accepted by the group even when personal opinion differs much from the party line given and received… we are shitting where we eat to grow the crops better without the harsh treatments we use on ourselves under the auspice of feeling better about ourselves in the long term, but we have long been cradled to sleep by these professionals telling us what we want to hear as they work toward an end they could only perceive prior as a dream, however this dream is little more than carrot swaying gently over our heads telling us to rebel in the covert symbolism that only the subconscious seems to respond to while the conscious self tries to take as much away from this dream state possible… the fortunes of the wealthy in their tower of incivility decide what way in which the world spins, and what opinions are stronger and more profitable than the others in the short term instead of the benefits for all people in the long run, we are fooled into feeling guilt or shame from our actions and this obviously translates into workplace bloodshed…

Thanks, khet.