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…thrust into crust monk means Oblivion…

…oblivious transfer toward authorities that tie us together indiscriminately though already conceiving us to be capable criminal aspects tormented paths display our fault and fallacies drafted diaries are open source as sauce to this main entree those specifically-crafted creations by us for all of us to share Here dine in unaware where the cannibal comes from deep inside the wanting to confide yet eviscerate from within relating to the good pain felt without negative tethers guiding us to doubt and weather social storms afraid of our rationale to get out of an ominously bad situation cascading continued curses upon travel, journeys through this life and anything that might endure afterward no powers upon which to burn hands breaking root divorced from reality endorsed so prolifically interpunct of crust monk no buddha in roads to be slayed as though killing of any being were worth the stigma unless we all willingly became killers to fend off the others who might try to attack our well-being Here becoming stigmata as we worship the wrath incurred by natural forces witnessed cautious yet curious since primeval times into current modernity as general human blindness through consumerist appeasement signals has created disproportionate amounts of apathy, happenstance gathering of information risking attention because no one wants to listen leading to everything else we cherish becoming trivial displaced facts our infuriated stories getting wrapped up into fictional accounts as lingering lessons used against human fragility by default in arguments taken up to contradict our personal actions motivated to warding off the evils that have accumulated egregiously all throughout our rather strange conundrum we as reckless minions of subjectivity trying at civilized wishes cutting down ideas that contradict our obsessions with social mirrors messing up concurrent in our consensual reality reflecting misunderstood qualities of the interim person present… always condone the atrophy of atrocity that occurs with anything beyond shallow awareness and superficial gestures Here collective quakes of civilization affecting every step forward jurisfictional elements of condemnation utilized to diminish the confidence in ourselves and others all while trying to stay as neutral as possible under these pressures to perform as expected dissected and scrutinized using selective trauma as baseline exclusive to produce the results one concludes as necessary to domestic adversary making ministries out of myths some kind of compounding idiocy as advocacy masked barbarians at the gate as people amass looking for salvation from their misdeeds, bordered by indirect unspoken taunts on all sides perceived but your attention through various mediums of choice is what is craved to siphon the will to live inherent in living on repeat until we die so unromantically and anticlimactic it makes one curious why what creatures are incarnated as conscious individuals left Here anticipating defeat while those in power deceive whining through their astounding levels of privilege filters edge steps closer toward enemies in justification at treating beings without compassion excuses for exclusion defended as though no victims allowed when convinced all other humans are to be considered tainted refuse, stubborn and unwilling to change subverting expectations at the last minute as final moments move grown into movements where doubt seems to feed the acceleration of parts which conflict in periods of weakness whose shadows coalesce around aspects that cancel and break down that motion without feeling any imperative reaction as the vicarious ripples follow and flow with the energy being used to traverse this conundrum beating us against corrective layers complicated calling us wrong for personal reasons taking advantage where one perceives weakness the most when removing this point could totally collapse the world of one individual caught unaware…

thanks, khet_:/