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…inverted Nun…

…hippocrats to the left of me hypocrites to the right Here we are stuck in the midst of neurotic whirling anxiety that society has presented us with to accept as another ingredient of the brine in this fatal solution we fall asleep to so casually suspends closer carbon footstep operating to then search destroy and continue to reconstruct itself as perfected instrument as notation of uncertain significance the specific orientation is not meaningful as turned reversed and inverted for none shall truly see anything within the abstracted rewrite therein with immaculate lies or abominable truths easily fit in collated manuals, by scholastic maestros whose choice it is to publish or deny whereas this platform you read from now eventually becomes my escape into the next or other worlds where someone such as me doesn’t necessarily require desired results immediately as long-played cosmic confidence games perhaps channeled signals direct into our skulls for quite awhile by now subtly changing our personal patterns and habits sometimes overnight as though sudden hypnotic affliction capable of reversing the rabid conspiracy focusing upon spiraling piracy convincing us there is no choice left for any of us though this misconstrued idea becomes social weapon of ignorance, craving ammunition to penetrate their enemies desecrate Here as they see fit beasts behind their wholly romantic oaths weaving spells spelling doomed over all lineages that would pray for hope because that weakness assures they are the first to go shattered and shunned by the dumbfounded as scared of mob mentality riding the physical embodiment of scum representative of befouling chemical effects occurring in the natural world as part and process of digestion masses those absorbing pieces delivering the nutrients into the wildernesses and releasing my bones somewhere deep and untouched by nightmares of worms and bugs digging soft tissues… may our souls not be sacrificed and instead achieve their greatest rewards without bloodshed as that is a greater cost to pay for powerfully imposing results sorts of magical realism Here though you must buy the ticket to take the ride or observe through the window of limbo purgatory or whatever else you might wish to still label this side of hell impulsive accompanying atrocious activation as illustration making graphic lessons of every encounter Here chafed by the wind as the night howls for your blood in particular and you feel it intuition deeper than merely surface layers relaying signals, unholy cacophony or wholly unlistenable dreck at sermons and church functions earnest in trying to learn ways that feel daunted by others who perhaps cannot accomplish so they choose to project their weakness onto anyone within range calling out the visions in tongues to exorcise demons from themselves only successful in casting trauma upon their endlessly victimized people perverted in dreams until such molestations halt with many answers required usually through acts of help kindness and compassion not violent spirituality applied intrusively to condemn and shun any proposed sinners causing ever more intermittent distress than may have previously been felt, erupting in emotional quakes through a person’s being so forced to ride the frightening that they cannot prevent that from happening to the point of no return the swaying polarities selective of the habits keeping one afloat Here amid caustic vibrations that ripple through cities and large awkward groups of people surviving climate change the summer sunshine and record-breaking heats for ones ignorantly choosing to be martyred treating awareness and emotional nuance like a game to be played instead of rules needing to be changed as equality not rulership thinking a sky daddy will come to fly us all home…

thanks, khet_:/