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…superficial tangents because there is nothing really real Here as all the real things are long dead and we find ourselves working through a simulacrum of what phases in existence came before all these trivial aspects we have gathered around us profound anchor points holding our attention to this new flesh and blood fresh from the womb of love evolving constantly as plasmatic phlegms thrown down and out angel spit through the tree of life that harnesses in metaphor our metaphysical prowess compelling us forward dissecting the crowd of noise with motion, it is not a tumor in that rumor creates an occidental void in normative reality submitting ourselves to its functionality in finality direct and absolute terms of service Here gone askew to some while others seem to be enjoying a mayhem and chaos unleashed by ambivalent actions and thoughts which diffuse the situation causing long delays as warps in timESPace while vacating the last phase we inhabited at large, so utterly a novelty toy for a corrupt series of systems impaired by a lack of worthwhile communication that could achieve a sense of unity if it was effective enough to lose the stigma necessary as testing can re-calibrate these crossed wires suspending both belief and disbelief to be replaced by confusion and near-omnipresent frustration to the point of violent behaviors touching on primal motives being buried far underneath our shared societal skin… sized up and circumvented to navigate around the physical traumas of growth and change consistent with the support from others experiencing similar if not the same things but interpreted in regards of differing perspectives that naturally occur between individuals composed of sometimes opposing traits when the circumspection begins to cut deep to remove all formidable attachments while belabored in this meddling skein that siphons this organic energy from nature and its mutations comprising the only universe that we think we know so well throughout these strange days before and after us Here, now compiling alternates found in the various fields and grounds that remain unmolested by human density manifest destiny exploring as much a craving to exploit a natural world we know next to nothing about proposing theories on the speculative basis that a science appears to endorse on this heathen earth where we bury our dead exploited of voices that chorus the wind in silence of night coming complete to form the something vital out of the nothing that seems abundantly more obvious than oblivious with these human eyes peering too deep beyond the devoid to that which devours over time eroding life, conjoined with the strife that comes so easily to us rotted by oblivion’s touch as some parts of the meat become too wretched to fix no matter the amount of capital one has to sacrifice to survive and live even longer than before this lively mass debate about what resides after life is lived Here subsumed with questions that breach thresholds so abstract there is no way to descale the aged covering that clings to this cringe-worthy vessel floating through space with the pressure of time contorting my hasty retreat in a reaching for something vaguely defined as yet another circumscribed attempt to foist the inaccuracy upon others whom know their own truths, not merely those ones faultily-fabricated to inundate the massive populace with redundant symbolism couched in various terminology as jargon used to confuse and reuse this abuse as discovered by experimentation through all the years and lives we have been chronicling our indelible existence from the assumption of relativity to apes and monkeys to attempting to catalogue diseases and machines…

thanks, khet_:/