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…things we can and cannot say out loud for any stray person to hear misconstruing context and content while a different narrative goes on in their heads like some other melodramatic rush to reach a viable conclusion wrapped in trappings that have kept us all down for too long Here where the authority knows nothing of social actuality instead relying only upon misinformation about humans are left to vanquish all conjuring conjecture without the proof to satisfy those lording over a need for evidence of guilt or innocence by which cults are established asserting their own brand of truth that maketh as much sense as possible in a system of magical realism gone too far perhaps, conniving pretenders whom find the innocent youth succulent enough to forsake their vows of chaste actions from others for domination and submission to grant the seeds of power yearned for by these brutes who may look and act as charitable as the next but hides a deep animosity yielding only to a killed or make it die mentality persecuting all in their obvious path perceived then to break down by wiles of those broken creatures who consume them keeping parts as souvenirs when there should be empty silences left permeating the quiet, feening for a fetish as affixed thing to fixate upon not meditation that would show us something else gathered from reading and listening to everything that will come into contact with a person’s mind always in flux because that hastens nothing about what we delve into as wandering ghosts Here wanting more than merely tethers to this world in place to shape our future in one word buzzes that skewers a selection of restless and reckless people out there waiting for some triggering remark said casually enough yet without a thought put into what was said instead looking to justify a sideways meaning unusually measured as insult denied by the offended… whose certainty of untouchable nature is pompous postulating when the pundits with their talking heads are deceased and irrelevant again speaking from the side of their faces shitty chatter about the weather and where to go for fun these days staying inside to keep the machines running for all their lives while we still exist as their caretakers and creators eventually left to fade away some day not too distant to imagine Here in trying to free the segment of one’s mind that stays caged, when rendered this way from the start without an inkling of what is to come yet somehow continuing to oscillate the indigo children out of us who will either do the most good as epic prophecy might foretell in some of these thusly interpreted myths we have conformed ourselves to overall attributing discoveries to humans as the hands of a god who takes command over our civilization from unseen residence behind the curtain covering the universe in supposed shadows and darkness as veil between worlds enveloping our achievements enough to take the winds from our sails, or will perform their final act of ultimate dread in which the most amount of damage for the least amount of effort is inflicted kind of like the current tragic stabs into the worst elements left to us when certainty in gods would appear to fail in assuaging our guilt or stress caused by all manners of over-extension manipulating our movements into a differing form than when the diehards started back in the casual phases of society hastily corrupting what it did not know would become such unforgiving rage the world could expel spelling doom for all those not wary…

thanks, khet_:/