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…the Metaphortician or mortician for your logic…

…precious mutilations beyond jaundiced moralism creeping deeply into our shared mindsets soiled solutions while solivagant status as excessive bile pigments in the blood becoming newfangled plague gods burning up brightly before we pop convoluted perpetual shame attention to detail we fail to include ourselves because we were never really there taking long enough time frame for granted given thanks to personal perspective limiting what we can perceive from these signals harbingers harboring etheric elements needed to proceed thus or so we end up thinking sorted too much through our minds for information to handle then we end up casually deceased, creased by the ever-folding universe in some parallel universally disagreeing with you something for nothings there beyond us natural nanotechnology subservience noting the deeper insignificance in each other when separate enough to heavily judge purging the vile side of seers our instincts onto one or multiple people taken studied and dismissed as nonsense business and now we have entered into an era in the business of nonsense keeping everyone in check or in debt as breathing room is difficult made up of hyperbolic chambers sold out hyperbaric amenities exaggerated done gone trapped you in pressurized coffins by killing ourselves silly, until we swerve convinced the status is static creatures of the wheel in the desert of the real serving no purpose kudzu from your crypts crawled within this everlasting womb of gods tomb stunted cunning gropes outward quoth from the mind as much the mouth traveling glyphs shifting biologic searching out reasons to take up residency in your head as well as they grift across seeding various sides of the argument askew never any good days to be the bad guy permitted rude destabilization tactics distracted by feelings misdirected secrets packing much death machinery that humanity is at default… in that we must pay our debts or else difficulty struggling to not disturb psychosis Here through the fetishization of inspiration into despondency once one crosses the threshold of boredom listless emptiness making people restless as much reckless to somehow cure this ennui illogical actions taken usually without sound counsel beforehand capable of slightly equipping our definitive character arcs as we descend into inglorious places on purpose and ultimately to our chagrin no smiling just grimaces of pain and anguish prepped developing unreal expectations on barest guidance received another television casualty born and raised are threatening humanity divorced from rational presupposition, assuming they even know what that means with plastic souls such as these vulcanized by heat remaining elastic until maturation sets in more frequently absorbing the seemingly limitless energy of youth to exercise personal bias over memory though not always so because of the randomized essence never allowing constraint as whatever dynamics shift mocking you in thinking you knew anything substantial would last in societies seen in constant cycles of collapse and rebuild carving resources out of everything touched Here siphoned with skills acquired out of necessity though once things changed necessary priority unexpectedly where do we go from there, speculation of the spectacle questioning and critical whether it is truly spectacular or only the obscene grotesque we have gotten used to what life is being in loops of recycled conjecture and corrective behaviors fighting for absolute righteousness in the abstract absurdity that demands someone take charge and upon their reasoning at hand of the situation fail or succeed Here acceptance of some forms of mimicry as flattery in that artistic attempt at homage showing someone was paying attention if only knowing it was time and vitality for debts you had no idea you were going to accrue throughout experience…

thanks, khet_:/