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…tarNation, feathers and wax, flung out flying…

…trouble makes us though we must all be accountable for our actions no matter how misguided because after certain points of relevance in the present once that moment passes there is no authority responsible for making it happen again as liberties are taken with no explanations that are given though certainty is taken as granted and shall bow our heads to its supremacy Here the obsolete someone or something that causes us to trouble ourselves curious and worried of the outcome as it advances closer to actuality not as mere suppositions and superstitions gathered within minds of this peculiar humanity, trapped and promoting our own demise with smiles surprised at the outcome flailing recklessly while screaming fills our lungs on the downward plunge into emptiness we presuppose perhaps death throes intensified at the end deathbed platonic that threat painful fading away instead of trusting miraculous release deceased we will never know scarily difficult for those of us desiring control though danger unfolding keeps us cautious flagrantly vagrant naive before meeting regret and the woe attached Here in the flesh most of all and we are supposed to be okay with that in its conceptual reality living readymade as ever-looping eternity, jaded however by internal levers of myopic bias toward science warding off the random violence of superstition brought to bear upon historical theory and rationalism thoughts tearing us apart when unconditional love undermined by opinions become dogma enforced by authority in name alone foisting command over as many marching scrotal clowns as will believe the idealized narrative to religious levels of exploit searching for enemies new and old of any other kind than theirs as divorced from appropriate contexts far too conveniently to be entirely accidental orientation of manners and etiquette viewed as signs of obsolete integrity reaching expiration dates… killer be killed soon damned by their own actions alone interprets approaching the darkness carrying on the experiences thereof solely explaining what happened only with great difficulty easily misinterpreted itself as motivation or inspiration when looked at subjectively by the wrong people perhaps with no forethought of how it will affect them later on manure concepts revolting evolution taken to biblical proportions by mad villains who don’t see themselves as such hoping to be humanized in the aftermath for their efforts to reform us from the inside out through rhetoric which hardly ever works for long even under martial law, drugged out on the sugary cyanide pulse that drags us through consumerism invigorated from the lens of they-don’t-care capitalism provoking financial vacuums drawing up vast soluble dollars throughout the modern eras compelled by atrophic metatocracy rearranged by artificial intelligence that as yet still remains subservient for our conveniences slowly retarding us all universally to create localized dependency from the earliest formative years we endure while Here adapting to systems to stabilize our personal survival through ritual and routine alike somehow siphoning magic connection and natural energy channeling into our own patterns of utility retooled for every difference that occurs problematic, fabric matrix of warp and weft concepts floating by in the murkiest fading lines left from those who have quested previously searching out answers swerving away only when quitting was not an option but giving up had to be done and easily torn by sharper criticisms used like weapons sharper than knives makes you wonder how the other half dies that side of our psyche each curious where the sidewalk ends loudly confessing questions obvious with no instantaneous answers Here conflicting with spontaneous conflagrations of frustration sometimes projected to the hilt deeply fueled by reasons one cannot fathom without tragedy…

thanks, khet_:/