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…estimates taking up time where contradiction fills gaps in places most have missed overlaps mistaken parades of flesh are human no matter what form is taken Here devised as a combination of animal and alien energies derived from alternate ways of thinking around problems of logic and an accompanying reason to partake of the collaboration at work all around us trying to engineer patterns that make sense greater than the sum of the parts needed to create artifacts from thought purely by designing and condoning the process to exaggerate once beyond the range of the ideal and into the material, where anything and everything can and does happen because of the rampant variability people say manifests as chaos but my feelings are that it is in synchronicity with nature representing the organic unknown whereas humans are a kind of a bridge between worlds though but very much still physical Here capable as we are curious to seek results in our actions whether individually or as a group invested in the future survival of our tribe family or species collectively harnessing the feelings of communion that only our peculiar hive mind can pick up on as that most subtle of signals, raging through our shared anatomy as the golden one-way ticket to a pair of dice rolling round the no-pass-go-no-collect-$200-go-straight-to-jail monopoly on fun no one truly enjoys choosing to settle themselves with playing games and ways to distract attention away from their lack of showing interest in actual issues happening astounding us as we fail to listen close enough to make a difference these days where we would catch ourselves tracing back ancestry as far as it will go beyond past life readings into our spiritual connections those who cannot possibly understand guesses at envisioning some source of meanings Here… when seeming bitter from the center of gravity hurtling us forward into a villainous fray while attempting to channel whatever does succeed in nervously breaking us down afraid of drawing attention to oneself not as awaiting a nervous series of things to anxiously breakthrough that might unlock symbols where there were none before reality kicked these events into something else altogether mystified by sharing imaginary parts of ourselves Here when there are no other commodities to trade or services to render the time letting decisions become overwhelming to such a degree we are frozen in option paralysis as consumptive oddity, staring into the screen whether computer or television makes no difference as they are one in the same at this point easily adaptable to all the latest updates in the available technology as free as taunting a subscription subdues all ready players having won nothing yet still the desire is there to defeat the final boss as much as wire a way through a maze of levels where effectively there is no turning back once indeed these requisite achievements have been acquired within succession of goals met with deformed compliment signals Here yielding to none but savage idiot savant instinct, almost critical to the point of upset and obvious agitations frustrating stratospheres exalted to grotesque heights and edges of desolation circulating a droning solemn dread debilitating senseless calibration of symbols in their potency in whose fruition produces adult babies sheltered to the point of being unable to care for themselves but still existing Here waiting in the interim as well as we are to extents yet unfathomable artifacts manufactured children of artifice intentionally though superficial fundamental traditions tempt us to taper our personalities down to stubs while burning ourselves out candle-like at both ends working to obsessively retain an upper hand…

thanks, khet_:/