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…preciPissed off…

…nothing knows so how should we even begin to accept such an egotistical preponderance for ourselves unless we genuinely admit we do not showing instead frustration at why we are so trapped as this mostly in a cage itself of our own from yielded frequencies throughout debating that touts certainty as most splendid that everyone should be a part of as opposed to being pointed against one another as grains of sand putting pressure in upon the outer hourglass edges as more of us pour into this vessel than perhaps first expected causing enraptured as much ruptures colliding in thought, doing humans continue to divide causes and effects from meaning as in separating their constituent atomic parts down where this tension may commit us to acts we are not exactly ready for heading into an uncertain frame of future human endeavor the try at all times solving personal mysteries left unresolved for long enough to perceive as something from outside suspects in simulation of objectivity as laid and left to grow rotten in our brains not to kill but to sustain the life of the urgent agency being leached out of humanity traveling sometimes in repetitions that circle drains opening, out into deeper worlds civilizations have tried to covet and command but rather need to adapt to survive beyond the futile savage outlook corrupting resources amidst the frequent contrast and contradiction spoken by alternate interests as they appear like vultures in restrained shadow under gargoyles posed serving some grotesque functions behind horror lurking deep other than simply existing Here as non-player character taken seriously enough straight out of the game to feel a sense of vertigo at the impulse to become another zombie in the storm as the shifting landscape parade leaks blood into streets unpaved allowing fatally digesting soils… as no other natural finality we each perceive can suppose to exist outside of this dimension in its ragged dramas compiled and retarded by those who think of themselves as truer authorities doing a favor for the future to succumb to a comforting sense of assured stability in spite of the formula for mutually assured destruction bleakly housed inside our hearts and souls by what somesuch decree exceeding degrees between venom and virtue whether or not to sting through critical sways of point viewing others less than themselves and their equivalent ignorance with rage and tendencies of arguing not debate, rarely as charismatic as they think upon soiled social trains of thought going nowhere fast enough to choke on the miasma of their brain fog denying justice from them as others amongst us with ulterior motives try to command the general narrative memory in order to bleach out the bad guy from their present actions of persona attempting to dictate what anyone shall ever think about them without consequence of supposed happenstance fatality most plausible in an age of post-spy game and cold civil wars fought to declare most powerful capable of annihilation in all its forms then becoming death, more than merely superficial representation by symbolism alone but rather an entity of its own affiliation unlike our gods and their ilk casting dumb disinformation through some kind of dark forest gumption trap clamping on without mercy catching as many dirty ne’er-do-wells swarming the sound mind and bodies of the greater conformist lot buzzkill assaulting the ground we walk upon now in order to deny people from larval aspects growing instead forced to create a modified food starch running think tanks rampant in disguises to create havoc sending off wavelengths with such hits as ‘conform or die’ for these fascists…

thanks, khet_:/