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…machines of Maturation…

…proving professional vanity makes us weak on a daily basis is difficult to measure assuring others through facts on demand linking the trails of the past with those of the future always happening now though looking forward into the horizon line where dreams might come true if there were any way to make those naive leaps before learning to utilize instability as in youth to bolster any confidence asserted feelings capable of doing anything Here even when committing oneself to activities that appear absolute failures or doom left at the very least critically injured as best case scenario, suffering to cultivate a sense of self nigh invulnerable in order to walk daily outside unscathed in the cruel world as there are very few things without some version of lethality growing and evolving alongside many other defiant wild creatures as they fade from the material reality becoming memory to be compiled catalogued and archived by those curiously genuine to take on with such roles motivated enough by enthusiasm wanting to analyze things to make sense when unable to function smoothly at first until finally under secured scrutiny in trying to understand fundamental qualities through objective studies possibly preparing experimentation for empirical observation, suspicious superstitions disengage minds to re-imagine particulars in proposed trajectories with those most precise formula of expected results what constituent variables recombine Here resorting to vacate our certainty to solid index aspects of logic and reason plausible enough that refer to us giving any potential credential to theoretical implications used in testing eventually as we try to crazily prepare ourselves for all outcomes trying choices ideally in which options generate inspired attempts at curving what is being learned of within the world their applications against unholy saturation placidly thinking deeply when afraid of losing so much as these years process these human beings left… waking up wrong in this bath of flesh calling myself grim and dim and dark as lack of coherence precedes my every word circuited series of circumstances can open portals of the psyche desperate to make sense Here as we are inherently unaware of an unknown context until time is necessary that it appears unobstructed for long enough to enchant people with confessional spectacle admitting lines are crossed most of that time in gaps spasming chasms of real action as under human command they commence ready sequences completely once ideas beyond theory become fabricating artifacts, motivated by increase of profits surging to massive ridiculous extents no one foresaw because though we have various elements that guide our comprehension there is still nothing absolutely foolproof when an ephemeral corresponds to stable phases of this proposed knowledge the awareness never devoid of human inclusion as interpreting through symbols and signals reluctantly accepted as truth because overt trust is lacking when awarded suspicious bodies as brave instruments building that a future congealed in layers of perception is paid endorsement as factual versus imaginary bounds drawn connecting objects with their essential sets of attributes vital Here housed inside of definitions, proceed to be processed psychodrama through fictional accounts whose characterized expositions are necessary pockets of depth suspending disbelief with faithful appreciation as personal responsibility obligated by these individual features taking local models of behavior for granted suspended from a matrix of harnesses consensual as users subject themselves until relent to mystical exposure forcing some to go mad if possessed by a sense of service to disease causing caustic vibrations through etheric signs Here that functional edges always collapsing within now the only thing that’s real then separated from validation provoking anxiety when maturity becomes woefully caught in childish contempt…

thanks, khet_:/