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…time is Not divinity but our time is…

…materializing as something we tolerated becoming sour as sought sources what gather Here such power shifts siphoning life force from those around them moving through life misshapen statutory ape searching for homeopathic remedial though not wholly holistic debris floating up in holy see well wrought and readily attacked by vicious tempests and misinformed tendencies delivering harsh judgments on unreceptive halves to the whole expression repressing dissection of happenstance synchronistic mystique with egregious levity brevity utilized as tension breakers remain useful in ways underneath the surface glimpses of buoyancy drifting along with currents unable to correctly gauge from where and when, technique to stage oneself at ready amidst the grinding motion that makes weaker stomachs ill-at-ease letting the short journey spill their guts overboard hysterical captivated by the rot going crazy in collections of souls as they cannot remove themselves from the situation without giving in to madness that irrevocably changes one not always for the better labeled however you wish because it is real and probably has affected people for centuries being rooted somewhere undefined separating the branches on this tree of life only to prune and graft on other parts to adapt in the bewilderness ahead complex and unyielding, panoramic view of psychosis engaging with all the patients with all the patience one can muster Here thought police role on top of keeping it restrained quenching the dementia we become afflicted with in our time no exceptions until the far flung future arrives at once taking those left it wishes to diminish into exhibits to be seen recording life lessons as though upon some metaphysical cartography visually certain that these parts correlate to the pieces received through this recycled lost and found left cluttering our domicile once the excitement has faded away leaving our enthusiasm like our money spent… carving away at wasted saints on dollar bills devoid of currency peeling back paltry wages as applied subsists on coins cash or credit as we move into the digital ages next to eviscerate this complicated reality changing what we are viewing now clutching ourselves beyond bewitching stares attempting to pull accountability from our actions Here contradictory though they may be caught up within this cosmic catalyst converting any of the others as much oneself affected by whatever this human behavior means even if one could easily be described as being hypocritically apocryphal or an unsound pontoon trash raft of news, constantly making our fragility known when we are feeling most certain that things will go correctly one more time around on the life lesson wheels of fate spinning us faster as we understand better further secrets aphorise becoming mystic enlightenment paid for when the dervishes whirring whirled starts stopping completely leaving us all to question our guiding structures of logic and reason in pursuit of survival re-calibrating what was once there before apocalyptic armaments and dystopian dreams filled the streams live with people reiterating the same garbage to each other until one of many lies sticks or makes an impact, as it used to be with breaking reports on nightly network programs then programming the chosen viewer with critical impairments only understood after the fact when the damage is done using the human you were then imprints of darkness left upon who you are now the only thing real in this virtual gauntlet with no better outlet than equipping youthful clones for violence divide and conquer tactics creating cankers in the world soul though furthering the goals of widespread nothing with panic taking possession causing reckless decisions be made without thinking out there affecting everyone where doing needs be done…

thanks, khet_:/