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within my multidimensional architecture of language (also known as writing), i may have come across as perhaps too alien for the common person’s mind to try easily interpreting as so many variations of perspective can demand an essence of individual attitude as embodied to a given life described and defined by this spirit through adventure but criticized by the others and their old used-up malarkey, and too soon are we hit by the malleable sense of a human inside of us pulling like a source of gravity into that inner surface of malison (a curse) shared but unseen as it exists in those darkest of the malefic reaches where a malfunction of a mind and body inhabit the similar space as that emotional form shaped by fluctuating patterns of those wildly mutating and interspersed in-between other senses surrounding the human being, acts of doing as much with our short time Here as is capable for one person suffering dry heaves from a holy mal de mer (“seesickness”) that comes with searching for truth in a manner more akin to mala fide (bad faith) rather than drawn to confide in the good spirit of others because of the malicious intent of those convinced in total of humanity’s maladroit (ineffective) positioning among the rest… this emotional malaise is allowed to spread unseen except where the negative tension breaks through to harm the actual people because of this kind of horrified malevolent compression crushing hope like a dead car at the junkyard until it is compact and malapropos (inappropriate) to touch save for other than making any pain the more pronounced to the victim before ascending to the victor, but it might seem as though nothing ever works out as we are challenging the system to never end its changing as a person changes inside as well as outside from these forces beyond our control and set to malinger as a version of certainty which can allude to a malediction separating the known and unknown in our minds trying in vain to exact the knowledge of progress one step at a time, though monumental this excess sliding glacially and into prolonging the malfeasance of authority into subtle rings of decadence as some form of malaprop-agenda (“malapropaganda”) to spin truth into fiction and fear into malignancy…

Thanks, khet.