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…fix & flux, in obsolute Life, of false etymology…

…what could obsolete be if it did not mean to delete that which was not relevant moving forward Here pondering the evolution of semantic meaning through various words across time leading to our present conditional situation perhaps absolute would mean something else entirely though authority wanes waxing poetic where it does not apply supposition for sake of conjecture questioning the quest for gold as vacuous while leaving hope open for novel miracles praying for wishes to come true covertly siphoning whatever spirit one can from others through forcing psychic vampirism objectifying everything in their conduit forward fabricating an optimal delusion, manufacturing consent manipulating dissent furnishing information currency as narrative myth crawling across consciousness infecting those to embrace and succumb to the embarrassing harassment of others never acknowledging you exist Here too getting lost searching for whippoorwills and will oh wisps in the individual trees unable to view the forest as glorious whole from which nature grips us from within that fairy fire sparking extensive imagination as golden bridge ratio not to be burned metaphorical semaphore flagging down help from afar subtle clues of distress if one knows what to look for erasure of previous labels for interpretive adaptation by oneself, coming into conflict quickly because the standard then becomes the unused alternate preferred by most but not all holding discussion sacred even though there happens to be too much mindless small talk sharing details of fulfilled lives lying dormant waiting to surface again like patch of herpes coming out to play havoc scabbing up from scratching down beneath harsh criticisms sometimes leaving wounds difficult to heal properly instead what we get are years of doubt and resentment built up to explosive grades of painful awkwardness claiming acceptance but only seeking selfish flights of fancy not translating goodness into small portions… only choosing to choose evil because it remains necessary though choices rarely if ever come easily when regarding how things can so quickly change Here aching to find working methods through the madness triggering negative attitudes with each step forward fraught with its own unique perils remaining adequate at such actions for only so long before mistakes made catch up making life miserable in so many varieties that get in your face clearing anyone of the immediate thoughts in their heads shattering glass as distraction plows beyond to minds left open to oblivious cowards whose miming mimics their victims mockingly, very rarely celebrating the personal triumphs in expectation of more to overcome instinct aware of the fight or flight cues buried under intellect objectionable variables floating ready phantasmal orbs deeply embedded glowering as that certainty and stability begin to shift again breaking ground for the greater good obsessed with too many hurt feelings that guilt becomes implied with every leap bound to trip somehow on the words we use to flatline the vocal gravel monotonous cadence telling us these things out loud hypnotize the audience giving up valuable secrets to be used against us because someone trusted was let inside, why hide the rage at feeling ripped off and used being lied to confused frustrated abused one tries to find comfort where possible though you never know until discovery alters whimsy into obnoxious or annoying character as the innocence becomes worn and eroded by experiences surrounded some times smothered by the ambience of danger pushing pressure tense between people when anxiety and nervous behaviors undermine interactive situational awareness internal torture filters masked depression strife just to function enough without falling apart when everything feels as though it cannot relent Here suspended dervish of disbelief self-serving wishes and shit for brains…

thanks, khet_:/