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…skateboarder argot for pushing yourself to new limits aside we are yokels of the uninformed and unsophisticated conservative rubes though never conservation of things to better humanity in that greater good made manifest destiny actually helping instead of rape pillage and plunder using the vernacular of our masters even though these cannot be the only terms there are that expose how we have been raised up like a different kind of cattle meant to constantly consume until death rears its ugly head to quash every dream a person may have Here dreading to be viewed disdainful and dismissed as unexceptional, cryptic writings give way to making sense from the everyday occurrences that change perspectives and mood with the contextual reality as amorphous as liquids whose nature remains unknown to us as anything more than part of the composite being we easily catch circus glimpses of ourselves seeing reflected back through mirrors in visiting settings distorting the perception of everything and those looking glass lenses that orient the urge to be warriors calibrating internal monologues reciprocating confidence back into themselves to do their tasks which nature has set for them letting loose when the moment strikes that it is now time, reactions are for the weakened states of being Here conscripted by forces outside of ourselves to whatever means utilized necessary to defeat our enemies even if they aren’t necessarily your enemies to eliminate because of how often we are sucked into the melodrama of others valid though it may be to defend or protect those close enough to sympathize with struggling to survive in a world that seems just as haunted by walking living as those superstitious fears about any dead or monstrous thing coming up from underneath the bed to eat children worthwhile nightmare price… admissions of guilt prior to any crime commits we all leave secret breadcrumbs to connect us to even petty larceny or graffiti tagging goes wherever our curiosity allows us to go slaying dragons or merely marking our territory without urine as pictured hey rubes worth a thousand words get erased as quickly as time will corrupt pressure to push us through ignorant womb to exist Here now whether we like it or not never matters to the authority who cares for us passing off emotional insecurity leading from fun to fighting in one fell swoop turned whoop whoop bottles broken, as classic gauntlet of the barroom brawl that spills out onto the streets but imagined as a city-wide riot where the pugilists are drunken and laughing messes massive writhing timing this conflict to finished when the animals are ready to run away trying to fix their reputation among the other thugs cursing and insulting the ones too weak to keep up with the real monsters taking lives as well as wallets growing up reckless and willing to stand up regardless of whether it happens to be right and wanting no other individual to take advantage of their position in authority, after all the beatings and undetermined privilege finally recognized the kid gets it running with a pack of wolves too arrogant to notice the damage they do because of their advanced ignorance though no goals are unable to avoid trouble because that thrill is all they know as guiding principle breaking bad all throughout those lazy eyes wandering while provoking personal rite of passage doing something to snap all prior image of expectations we have gotten used in planning to override the circuitry of current time progressing stains on our sullen lips melancholy with public hatred whose taint obscenely terrorizes those apparently prudish fakes…

thanks, khet_:/