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…surrealistic Pillory…

…methods to madness applied Here as inspiring of reckless situations compromising the ignorant values of another creating incidental lack of mercy in any direction you cut because all we ever do is take up time from another or series of others whose intentions are not wholly known though we are inspired to capture and digest it into our imaginations as conceptual reservoir converting elaborate ideas into mojo juju squeezed straight from the wedge of soul in our heads as a spritz of lime and gasoline to fire up the organic analysis engine behind these bones still going that direction calling out, through the vast ablyss which is sleep where parallel realms of sub- and un- meeting consciously active liminal spaces outside of time conjoining to create a positive baseline sum of parts and information collectively humming along or perhaps that is wishful thinking not fulfillment being carried out without hesitating tragically in a state suspended by one’s own anxious demeanor stronger than this sober waking person assuming command over seeing and interacting with this physical realm as steady as it goes remaining magical for those whimsical moments that just as quickly recede into the vacancy held deep inside our eyes, that singularity housed within the flesh cocoon each of us all have remarkably diminished into what remains of imagination connecting us to primal currents in the flow of life managed through incremental measures novel for a minute engaged with such casual causality shifting reality into puzzling pieces of dream that resonate with travelers and those anchored in place alike Here ingesting all symbols and signals to interpret as critical or creative aspects working with manifesting oneself beyond an ideal version that may not take place or space in this world of material fragments whose purpose repurposed through organic catalytic conversion… we are tempted to subvert this series of systems having been established over the course of hundreds moving in the shadow of thousands of years that elapse and chronicle our terrible adventures sometimes sublimating ourselves because of what we have to do as the one singled out from the rest who perform better than cannon fodder level with not much of a consistent digital respawning Here as opposed to our virtual battlegrounds now near complete competition subdued by their hubris ennui and arrogance causing those judging to either re-calibrate their thinking or barrel full steam ahead into whatever consequences summoned, society has so many guidelines and rules to the series of games played like wartime tactician summing everyone and everything up in simple terms only making sense to the person placing those labels upon one set of circumstances when the multitude of variables is omnipresent Here cycling through variations on the same themes for ages though shaped differently as collaborative beings dictate what we should do to create harmony between mind body and others in setting similar parameters around themselves to stave off public humiliations as the pressure assumes one to utterly sacrifice ourselves and our abilities onto natures progression, even if it must have human figureheads on the helm to denote our dominance and authority even if this is only reinforced because of the ease at which we are capable of killing destroying or maiming others of our kind for little to no reasonable justification as we are held accountable for ourselves some more than others that could plausibly stay anonymous amidst all of the rampant digital absorption barely beginning to assimilate consciousness where it applies beneath or perhaps outside the physical facade taken for granted remaining superficial deception keeping up appearances then manipulating possible outcomes as though enemies…

thanks, khet_:/