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…aspects in long Philippic that apply…

…feeling lesser than because when letting people take advantage we are stuck in that conundrums of flux whittling us down to constituent elements makes becoming fluid necessary for parts mostly in tales from the backslide becoming standard no bootleg need apply comprising the final copy which are called masters because they are much too golden to forget the moisture showering us dead as me inside we love the shuffle going platinum all teams united becoming fiercely competitive though not competent as such the surging of legions for their sporting lives becoming necessary evil to evolve corrupted societies filled with pain, shit weasels grinding out the makeshift until bloody viruses pour from our anuses the dreading the burn as an aftermath we have slaughtered ourselves wholesale gourmands slowly poisoning what humanity left cannibal animal behavior sucking out the last drops of sanity while thinking violence is the remedy because you are crazy as soon as civility goes out the window of the soul searching for control though only command of oneself seems achievable goals of self as of others should be intertwined through means ending other than estranged nature of working standards becoming solid plank staged that which supports or upholds, though not necessarily spiked as when being wary of stranger idiot or the odd exercise in stupidity catching up with us easily in moments of weakness feeling that attacks are coming on from all sides of the argument no matter where you stand trying to collect thoughts that may or may not appear under personal authority once some calm reasonable rationale enters subliminal relationships to things present ancillary flux floating on through other people and their own living mysteries craving interaction with some form of thinking such as themselves concept in actions difficult to share conveying through the proper word… long pigs wallowing through the din of noise that comes with living Here trying to collect ourselves mire of mistakes and misleading information manipulating massive populations without question wreaking havoc upon mortal bystanders unable to stand up for themselves trapped in routine habits and creature comforts collapsing into spontaneous combustion thanks to our crutches used in going through life experiencing pygmalion lie that love for our creations is reciprocated easily though it happens to be more hard-won battle because you never really know whose side you’re on if it’s difficult to trust in general complicated or not affected by trauma, having to achieve by growth when no other options but opinions seem available pushed interacting with grotesque relations early only to realize later that monsters are indeed everywhere including family once-cherished ruined concepts with awareness of internal dynamics or the speculations thereof when no one says anything to quiet raw nerves order of keeping up appearances their own ways though everyone else visibly watching and judging unsaid certainly felt in the eyes staring scaring interaction out of the social equation by fusing lessons learned working the field with so-to-speak no evil hear no evil and see no evil blindsided quickly, ratio of aspects that remind us who we are and where we are convincing ourselves every day struggling to move forward conceiving of momentum no one else can probably understand as our motive defining our actions and so on until we have reached those thresholds individual breaks in service as we attend to self-maintenance our expectations running high relative positions of heavenly bodies in angular relationship between points are becoming lab mice vivisecting ourselves for scientific performative experiment gauging community reactions no matter how wounded as test subjects of our own free will we appear to be Here behind glass…

thanks, khet_:/