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…anastrophe or hyperbaton…

…the words are a combination code coating our insides as much as our outsides feeling exiled for personal mutations acquired while moving through the malaise as though quicksand trying to squeeze me through the glass being walked upon crossed to pass the torch or baton hyperaware of that reward for doing well while irrational with self-doubt depressing positive instincts and succumbing to learned behaviors attained when going through life’s crucible threshold not easily surprised Here within the gated community is trapped as they are protected from outside intrusion should any complications arise controversial isolation tactics as security surrounds to stifle, interlopers we all are in some facet as glinting tarnished gems of partial value assessed and utilized to the fullest extent keeping chance contesting to a minimum or there are casualties as collateral damage accumulated through this worldwide cruelty by experiences building up oppositional relationships from subjects and objects and everything in-between often viewed in academic pursuits with eerie similarity contradicting fundamental points in the mind coercing individuals to surrender to their society depending upon what faction holds administrative powers might have abandoned others to take up arms implied from formally worded orders against proposed threats direct and unsuitable, tricking us into thinking we were ever on a winning side in any conflicts local to global because propaganda is one hell of a drug much of the zealous strength of any religious extremism finding a foothold within the social structure established leaving us to fend for ourselves once questions remain unanswered and stay that way under many variations of compromising circumstance becoming the resulting natural anomalies experienced and played out changing throughout the ages as they pass and the people interpreting what this struggle means inside one piece of a larger tapestry depicting the dynamic universe constantly transmuting itself… imagining these words are becoming merely sounds without symbol or signal attached rhythm rhyme and reason reverberating through the ether of space and time coalescing from energies with unknown terrestrial sources powering this vessel of raw pieces and parts of a puzzle larger than any one person has clues getting us attached to suffering so deeply we cannot fathom any systems without this challenge in place planned feasible steps closer to discovery of a remedy for what ails us before we arrive to analyze and dissect the environment possible invasion toward conquest and throughout exploring what we can of galaxies, Here and other realms of which only our imagination hints at what lies over the event horizon waiting for these worlds to be realized creating fundamental aspects flexed to every trial and tribulation our short journey is capable of absorbing before freeing ourselves being locked in flesh the only lens through which we are able to witness the localized real time individually to prevent psychic leaking because some forgetting switch got clicked when we were fabricated by the system in charge of persons production administered to by blind ignorance as to who’s really working the machines behind the curtains, pulling levers and pressing buttons while entering the logistical information required to run and adapt these systems to whatever anomalies and glitches naturally occur under these reinforcing pressures requiring confidence that there are so many more forces with us who will be rising up to challenges most of us remain unsure precisely how to act whether trivial or catastrophe carving progress out from troubled sources into caustic anxiety pursuing the immediate conclusion that may or may not make the amount of sense necessary to command not control layered abilities to respond beyond our limited grasp surrounding society advising us to move on…

thanks, khet_:/