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…blocked by my own admission of guilt and lack of honor-bound bullshit as sensitive creative trying my best to interpret what is there into some feasible representation of dreck gone hospitable a little bit maybe though with absolute apprehension as suspended disbelief puppet strings my relief in doing anything but this it seems tearing at the seams of human sanity perhaps tension gone arms akimbo in tones of dread wondering what might be next to see in this circus vibration as yet to meet its end in the cycle of things that tear us down and apart every day whether we choose to cry or feel overwhelmed by emotion, we never know until it happens that way to then become enraptured to obsessed with the things we summon from the cesspool of successes that fetch a large price in these reckless days as they have always been to those who have lived long enough to see them that way though without all the fluff of nostalgia that takes hold once a certain age has passed and again are we transported to a younger extremity of mind perhaps fundamentally demented to the point that our mutual families collude to have our body shipped away like trash we must realize that doing cannot be undone once considered fatally final in this type of civilization gone decrepit, without fail the words make no sense because life is reflected in my artistic wager that perhaps merit will found a reason for me to keep on writing these wrongs maybe even some songs beyond this while keeping me on the survival bandwidth we crave to stabilize our wiles creating content for the endless filings behind the scenes that we are not truly witness to until appropriate is the timing creating missions that many are tasked to fulfill as long as they exist on this mortal plane… the realist of the irrealis moods manipulative and often mismanaged by human hands and minds as they try to interrelate with each other Here tasked to do some of the most basic of actions quite repetitively over time in many places as required by necessity straining the effective results every time ratcheting up the possibility for failure in this world as often trapped by our own internal dealings and bargains made over the course of a lifetime attempted to be lived to some fullest extent given though trying not to take for granted the subtleties overlooked while succumbing to an immediacy in everything, perhaps through words finding safety even though the struggle is real over what meaning can be derived and arrived at safely within this stirring echo chamber as it swirls us into submission easily as with all things eventually once the solid softness of skin is penetrated by something other than those physical tangents that affect us and our existence Here accounting for what goes on with or without our consented agreement no matter the outcome we are victims to a continuing prank that will outlast our attempts to understand why this is… accentuate the positive eliminate the negative as easy as that sounds it is indolent expectation to think we will win over nature’s death grip to our cause wishing forever on the better aspects of ourselves even though the general mood dictates that we are not so happy with our current state of affairs so unfair at this point we choose in our rights of freedom to refuse and resist as we revolt throughout the ages forward and past us now a search for new sequences that will not render us ineffective with our pursuits…

thanks, khet_:/