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…making Fudgel abominable again…

…slackers of fortune unite and take over because no one else is making that mission very hilarious to the general public whose authority is absurd as it is abstract to think is real enough it can do so much damage to real things Here where the cringing never stops us even if a cudgel falls upon us with the oomph of a hammer but none of that clobbering strength we have grown accustomed to be though unsure if anyone would hear the sounds squeezed out of us by the weight now having to drag the invisible baggage through every journey, ahead of our visible pathway we find the circuits that connect our visions through better circuitry with the rest collecting and generating currently effective aspects and few regrets when met with genuine attempts at kindness and understanding serving others instead of only oneself that tries in earnest to disconnect with the everyday kept stolid virtue in this virtual reality world summoned up through human ingenuity because of nature not being happy with it this way in simulated affection that desires to take over as direct opposition to whatever happiness actually might consist of in forms more than simply love, peace and understandings getting out of hand whose rails lead straight in to the den where thieves and iniquity go shaking truce to build slightly stronger bonds of trust than when we last saw our derelict protagonists are trying their best to survive the winter and its bite freezing the blood in its track marks left by ways utilized to cope with the tragedy of humanity in general though ultimately similar hype local to contain the restless in one live wire attempt after the other to control a segment of the populace who will not conform only resist creating social electricity… shocking people at large has by numbers in wider and farther expanses explodes into a mob mentality gone wrong until something actually done to prevent this display of bodies and minds waiting for whatever the next big happenings are to occur when it feels like the end is always coming from somewhere next to impossible to describe or triangulate precisely enough to change so perhaps nothing is the only answer and whose only true representative is the very same nobody that it has been for decades now moving into our modern age filled with dictatorial manifestations infested power by investing, energy and focus upon one goal in regards to prevent change in any form from suddenly occurring and triggering the ides of warfare and the unfair tactics that go with them into history or the shadows thereof without stagger and lock step behind every subtle action committed by ulterior motives becoming real if but for a moment that trails on into the archives as mission failed like so many of our video games that give us a handful of lives to lead the repeated acts to glory until bored or tired wanting more out of limited escapes to fit in, incredible the games of pretend we play with ourselves in out loud doing mass debating with our mouths about who we are scratching the surface and getting questions for each variation that can or could exist Here if it can fit or be accepted into the society yet another consumer gimmick looked to for miracle cures to conquer the kingdom of boredom appearing overwhelming to the naive bystander that just walked in on something they should not have but will take what can be conceived as command over the situations presented because of resilience so stalwart as to retain purpose…

thanks, khet_:/