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…anywhere Psyche doubt feels stubborn…

…the process of the machine retards us obscene as this body confiscates humanity with few of the pleasures it once knew long ago tending to tell tall tales to support ourselves and our beliefs in what is real conflict and confusion become tormented sights and unfounded frustrations questioning the ways to talk to creation trailing off into the unknown through literal portals demented fragments of dimensional polarity causing us to look twice when there is some glitch in the matrix of routine and ritual we have gotten used to translating energy on from potential toward kinetic blessed are the bold, martyred are the many in collaborative civility at least we are made to believe that out of society Here caught between our courage and obligations to make the world better for everybody at the precious sacrifice of ourselves while discarding that animal naivety we were born with coalescing as exterior hide accumulated over years of punishment and bullying enough to regard oneself perhaps as impenetrable even though words still make dents in this armor pressure forcing one to dismiss humility under the course of coarse erosion that occurs when youth transforms into mature adult even this timing is not absolute, too many of us remain larval while compatriots transition into whatever stellar range of consciousness can be tapping something primal yet cosmic sometimes even still staying human for the most part as the withering facade must go on Here flaking away layers of rust thus loosening more dust into the err as particulate matter obsolete brain batter releases opinions recklessly inasmuch incrementally to spread strange in this digital age of viral as opposed to suppose medieval ages virtuous ideals of virility or chivalry weren’t somehow corrupted the time history books arrive glossing over atrocities on order of upkeeping manifest destiny… wuthering heights of sanity as past echoes of misdeeds are coming back to haunt our perceptions today curious how revenge might make us better or worse people until trying and failure to be mean abusive and cruel to others sometimes for no reason more grotesque than to satiate an attitude transfixed upon aggressive resolutions cycling through phases found correlative in retrospect phrasing difference in words our lives as sands in the hourglass so the days are dazed in our reflection upon memory summoning the ghost within oneself in order to conquer whatever tasks Here one finds requires attention before resolving, no easy solutions for these bizarre and befuddled freaks of the meat glitches of the sun over beach hoping that childish iniquity doesn’t track back with consequence Here often betraying our better intuitions exclusively to assuage others in their times of need infrequent as they might be still an unsettling burden for anyone to bear as having to bare edible fruits of the soul once the trauma is done soiled endarkenment before sunshine enlightenment can truly take effect to overcome all damages to which we have yielded to in our own lifetimes to coalesce and caress the best from reality, lethality in forgiveness so with a flick of the nose and kung-fu action grip what we think we know collides with the world of unknown Here within which we are dropped into minus any guidebook or compass except for what resides inside our personal compassion connected and corrected through collected versions of intimate pattern such as these externalizing the internal eternally and though somehow silent nature forces us to move oftentimes with death in denial crouched and hidden waiting to spring predatory treatment upon what remains after initial traumas possibly fade into lingering neurosis catapulting us forward requiring mental support…

thanks, khet_:/