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…swollen cope aesthetic, Pathologic regression…

…no allure or underlying reasons to keep going but we do so outrageously because doubt causes in some of us motivation that may relent over time though for now energy remains the case by case basis basic training we endure constantly shots that we are the ones fired only as becomes fired up in this way crazy noodle from heat bathing us in steam before the edge of devouring these threats breaking bread with dead bad things piecemeal surrounding the table at which we dine salivate at the appetizer placed in front though desertion remains topical reality abandoned natural impulses, by now knowing comparative reactions controversially becoming an object once you have any name or label used by others to generally abstract and assess your unique character subjectively strange pathological gateways keeping context tight and efficient though enough certainty to stomach slight indiscretions that compromise situations one becomes involved in recollecting the confidence in negotiating with the dead subjects incendiary devices whose attentions are involved with dividing and conquering civilized compliance society disregards as dumb or petty without necessary respect for stupidity influencing us more and more each century after stacks of decades accumulate Here leaving predilections idealizing distinct fragments, bumbling psychic police fleeting copacetic security are as staggering cops acetic with briny swagger not capable enough to serve or protect Here we play child and parent through states of bastard observance interpreting what masters seem provided for us to confuse as much relate our own pursuits to those who came before our current reality conflicted confrontational bias complicates forward progress seeking amicable resolution by any substantial means often seems to be the opposite of what is intended corroborating paradox whose presence eventually skews perspective murky collaboration with personal truth circulating between parties mired in distrustful pathetic posturing aesthetic regretted… hypothetical circumstances copping out to slacken as fortune dictates Here fear of betrayal from oneself and others blackout whiteout suffering distinction without understanding greater pictures never allowing anything to spoil though hoarding various pieces to feed the nostalgia one feels recollecting memory deeper than surface layers exposed and creating vacuums of vacuous peril in the everyday substantial dance establishing routine while rutting about trying to find delirious and obsolete mating protocol even among elite people that find no solace in this present world of wombs taking labored festering steps into desert of the real oblivion distillate offense of none taken, accepting shocks sustained tribulation of trials attempting to create novel tribal orientation in this new world to collaborate further coordinating this curse of the cords seen as blessing amongst the flocked cretins whom gather Here certain of the future no matter how futile or feudal feeling civilization remains wage enslaved indefinitely crawling in creep relentlessly of subtle soft influence shadowing every step towards the goal perceived as real further matching these advantages taken parallel places as mirror life living contrary to what we think we see as diligent witness glimpsing true to parlay what inner workings are enabling us access, dreamily extreme shackled to concepts laid barely able to comprehend aptly enough to do something at the right time instead always waiting for some opportune action cautious to risk any of what supply acquired Here presenting as lowest common denominator to those used to underestimating others easily playing bad actors by default in implausible scenarios shabbily thrown together with gestalt formulated scheming ostentatious as though nothing before or after this matters enough not to be sunken in redundancy looping around sober varieties of nonsense coalescing these bodies with knowledge erratic and severe where none were able to reach without problems…

thanks, keht_:/