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…caught sublimating this Phobic strobe effect…

…supple sublimation understanding mistrust in everything there is to hate or sense as frightening we must ride through to find courage Here no matter how harsh the repercussions of mistakes might be to indulge or engaged with anticipation fear becomes our only god in years adopting maladaptive mindsets changing climates and concerns before we burn god fucking dammit the stress is on with heat in waves putting atmospheric pressures upon us all disintegrating fortunes maligned futures with nothing to offer but hostility staking claim on our hearts and minds shame blame and guilt weapons of psychic warfare in these events, words falling from mouths of rotten mumble sleeves clouding up the genuine brainstorms to be better than the mutants we were before this combative with every element until they too fall under our control commanding trying or dying in the process obsessed with precision becoming machine worked collision and wreaking havoc with fury to break up the everyday chaos swaying us as pets on leashes waiting for days to roam free thinking whatever thoughts will come whether unwelcomed contrast between negative and positive connecting patterns brought out collectively or not searching for circuits that share their energy instead of restrict, people in this frame stay lonely for personal reasons that never always make sense to others looking in from their outside critical nature being curious in getting answers paths to certainty and celebration bestow gifts upon us all in showers of glory whole to our very core and yet doubt diminishing the credit one deserves to seek as personal truth classic stories taking on novel versions of each piece appropriated with madness trailing behind scenes unseen losing faith depth and confidence in confidential essentials Here marked for certain demise against all yearning for the opposite feeding stability to our lifestyles… corrupted integrity filing supplemental sanity through creeping doubtful corridors of power as has entranced those seeking to monger the powers that be contesting against static anchors that try holding us back down or merely restrained by that containment we cannot escape without dying sealed in fate through machinations of eras before this one that houses our carnal minds in states left changing continuity with the viewer to create cohesive pictures able to successfully layer what stories we have to tell together remotely tuned to channels requiring specific details into novel threads exploring metaphorical string theory parallel with metaphysical quests compositing, curiosity reasoning puzzling pieces inside snapshots of light and shadow being matadors to monsters played for effect antagonizing each other directing the players toward those turn blinded aggression suddenly becoming unleashed and vicious terrifying techniques randomly compromised to the surprise of many waving red flags as though being baddies makes us immune to danger or the inevitable no one survives life flashing before our eyes to surrender or fight the feelings of drifting away into strange cosmic fog blanketing perception numbing the urge of our bodies as we are inexorably summoned by mechanistic forces beyond our subliminal simplistic physical comprehensions, sensual dissension brux among these denizens fretting for something to believe in with afraid visions causing apprehension stalling progress passing the buck dirty used toward ends of consume and devour surplus dollar bills demanded bent toward nefarious means bought and sold through ulterior motivations ascending abstracted metaphors as staircases fraught with peril on each step purposeful anxiety interlaced with danger weaponized incompetence akin to extremely menacing vibrations which envelope foul as much beneficial whirling and churning before the long pig lard of humans can become buttered barb of steel thrust into another to create or demolish connections under the skin…

thanks, khet_:/