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…another Naive american…

…lost in a consumptive series of circadian rhythms accentuating native innocence through the children over the ages into some kind of cult-like behaviors betraying the very innocents originally sworn to protect though whose routines locked them into an echo chamber of the rotten heart as cherishes what has become a newly-formed creature to then present as fetish-sized object to be diminished from actual being to merely a thing taking in some other person’s cold perspective Here usually though not always some objectifying deluded eccentrically-toxic male of scientific ideas sinister in most cases rather conservative in serving data to themselves, only exposed to the televised murderers’ row on display everywhere from politics to commercial industry these creatures are aware of the damage they choose to do in order to keep the status quo operational overall in finding ways to make the machines run more smoothly on the blood guts and tears yielded from everyone else Here almost literally volunteering to sacrifice their energies as though a birthright donated toward a greater good taking its due time to get where we are suddenly realizing just how there are so many games as barricade not arcade even as interactivity distracts us prophylactic, as much as inevitably the insanity drives where there is no escape from this conundrum beating our heads into the same feelings against brick wall blues turned bloody revolt once those thoughts become dislodged from within ourselves to be projected outward beyond a sensitivity to naive dreaming alone accepting horrible fortunes through the hazy virtues one holds in mind to alleviate the trauma done granting no one clarity subtle in strokes as brain hemorrhage enraging this bodily autonomy to struggle away from others when the pain sets in begging from some means to end the patterns of suffering that continue… intuitive remarks contraseptic lamenting the loss of vital parts of self as time wears on critical of our dramatics constrain dynamically by contrary forces from any official sources forward movement manifesting a capable gravity well of souls which powers we exploit are drawn deliberately rejecting sophisticated techniques because of a difficult stigma we all appear smothered with it as chalk outlines marking the restrained bodies Here pained faces have managed to gather as witnesses to the next events whatever they may be affecting are larger scope of traits attesting to humanity being able to further on in their collected journey expecting, and wanting for levity to carriage us all away from our fears and dread to suspend the psychic sacrificing on the cake mad from human blood and bone ashes and guts allowed to coagulate and create an ominous stench out of the collection plates going tectonic without enough harmony to continue to carry us through this consequence chomping at the bits and bytes of the corrupted sources of misinformation we have left to us as connected as we remain geared towards a forward advancement us catching up with technology albeit with half that of the snail’s pace for reference, Here stuck at odds with the trusting and their fuss fused to allude to attitudes of better men as legendary representatives from futures past with which we are capable enough to utilize without fully digesting through the system how the ripples whose coal-to-diamond formula betrays the truth may have pressured effects because our idealistic versions seem heavier than what culminates in reality more thought put into stop stall and start again as society steps forward and back as if in a dance macabre until to cosmic stardust has settled yet to give in and submit that our lives were okay for now…

thanks, khet_:/