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…problems doing things Polytely…

…the mind is a matter of opinion handling a dervish of nervous whirling between multiple tasks and obligatory ties to reckon with in well-mannered ways equivalent of the violence required to act repellent distinctly mismanaged riding out the skunk fuzz of prickly pairings Here smelled of a variety society of things all at once mystery and mayhem skirting human cognizance trampling over experiential issues of consequence being condemned as irrelevant in seeking validation through the morass of people naturally predisposed to act as faithless judges are enacting their brutal sentiment of sentences saying what they will when they can demand, anxious worries and concern infest us riding the wave from stir up to calm down creating rifts which drift for decades sometimes before ever resolving into therapeutic and constructive situations when aided by group support in dealing with transitional skewing of perceptions by time passing prefer to think those of rattling vagueness as a train wreck waiting for the wrong timing to crash elements all slammed and shattered into the crawlspace corridor of the brain’s looping bio-electrical tubing being an irate intellectual intestine that will and would become irritable at the slightest notice of conflicting ideas wheeling and dealing around, haggling bargains for advantageous superiority but this is the subconscious trash that accumulates for days before it might threaten collapse of the walking frame surrounding this organ behind the eyes blamed for the inflammatory things we say and do Here in this life that compels us forward sometimes dragged beyond dimensions across those both bored and frightened perspectives remaining skeptical phased by the many faces of humanity moving in and fading out abstract legions zooming into and out of focus as priorities shift re-calibrating the chaos that mounts as it surrounds in tense atmosphere thick as fog though walled off… from reality we sail a narrowed voyage from fornication into dust wishing for another chance pursuing qualities we idolize in some ways wanting to assimilate these traits with ease but unaware of the difficulty in jumping into something with both feet first Here dangerous diving into divine waters that divide core principles as diverse myriad variations found everywhere within this mystery enchanting us as nature patterns change and mutate shapes terrestrial trial and error manifesting destiny one small step at a time blind larval eyes slowly opening wide to let the sun shine vital information in our brains acting sieve-like, shaking the debris loose from what empty cauldron or chalice our skull receptacle of oracular sights seeing through search and seizure in the streets as the temples of worship flailing fully affected awash by spirits observing us as well surfacing through the human mirror our souls resembling portals to and through in energy wired between stellar conduits unseen but always assembling structure beyond itself no difference holy or dirty because of this density of interdependence within ourselves abilities to connect to other worlds collecting details and data further still breaking our picturesque view of perfection are gloss and gossamer dressings, compared to the vast contrast that recreates us repeatedly Here often with little luxury or fanfare seen until posthumous and serious case of ceasing to exist shriveling into the nothing as background impulse layered in levels throughout conscious pieces of dreaming this massive of a microcosm reflecting synchronous boundaries embodied in parallel circuits of essence including very little sense of itself or any of the parameters conscripting pieces from the larger whole while digging out temporarily pockets of dimensional anonymity our own minds being realms of existence unto themselves the epitome of substance caught in the incidental strings of theory…

thanks, khet_:/