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don’t feed the Trohls…

people are insane and stupid creatures comfortable as monsters before humanity, and yet so petty and harshly uncompromising when it comes to another point of view that hasn’t quite been groomed the same way as theirs has been manipulated, a tense collaboration wires us together into a homogenous pool of resource and time and energy as we each search for that thing perhaps to define us as the individual people we imagine ourselves to be while hearing all those utterly distracting anecdotes and frustrating minutia making life worth dying for i suppose… Here there are too many of the same unmotivated sacks of shit stacked and acting as callous and indifferent while limping through a disposable culture with no more faith in the powers that be in action as vicious vital authority between movements and an odd mentality that shapes whatever that motivating spark, we are subjected to the whimsical in the most unflattering of ways as the essence of who we are seems to get lost in what we do or think in the case of trying to truly discover our own realities for what they are as we fight through distortions that affect how we are to interact with the rest of the universe, but this identity we consider to be the only one there is as false and confused with the ideals trained into the many as growing child becomes another living drone vibrating on a frequency that keeps the rest of us subjugated to a system in its divine wisdom turned kingdom in order to dominate the captured fools… the iron maiden of society shocks the young sensitive animals into obeying their laws as the only ways to survive in the modern suffering we have committed ourselves to when the ‘we’ that is now was nothing more than idea unrealized, not even theorized necessarily or brought to the public attention as we are so evasive when it comes to a truth we fear to face at large which calcifies our thoughts of culture into hardened fragments of nightmare not dream as it comes to breathe life in our reality with owned sense of permanence, or we become pacified on the miasma as if flowing as psychic undercurrent contrary to good intention hyped as immanent well-being truth pronounced over all others forcing us to conform or die while hypocritical elements profit from this ignorance… humbled by our hopeless faith as innocence and eventual decay is brought and souled…

Thanks, khet.