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assembled together as mechanical segments only needing to be present Here as all shitty things come down pipe dreams sending isolated denizens home to their boxes made more shallow cocoon as coffins to house those horny who must curiously wonder at times whether this craving is the face on the screen or the tender emotions of human connection desired afterward that one looks forward to as the minimalistic sexual fascist state becomes deadly detached from the sensually passionate, an acidic resentment that builds creeping in from the supposed “out-of-nowhere” as the unknown fear inhabits us side effect of this mass generalization without the proper time and experience to create a splendid thing called ‘knowledge’ that truly is the cutting edge led to the known experimental decisions from ideas to their executions and burial as are those wasted by individual effort never merely failed attempts at dislodging the crux we continue to bear witnessing the cherished to suffer further, but it is this growing humanity something we wish to contain in all the plastic disco that trends through us channeling some of our better moments while upon this heathen earth together baring the fruits of our labors moving to the rhythms of this racing heart in an automated system of these ‘apocalypso’ dance macabre sounds as a Mankind beating us into all these latent variations of dominance and submission by choice quaking the very roots of this sublimation of civilization… a substance built upon pleading for this required saving against urges as through intense self-discipline and training to rely on drugs and technology if all else falls short of the processed goal objectified from all the things yet developed so far in areas we have determined are already figured out, though this is the optimal delusion as cascades through fellow brains sparking curiosity because no one has figured out anything, but this does not mean that intelligence is at a loss as we further define a place for ourselves in the trembling stasis of pain as a stained glass reminder holy to those few that ever bow their heads in reverence as we disregard the pederasty as it shames our twin grips on compassion and respect as weak dogs remain in killing the good of society…

Thanks, khet.