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dying by pieces of profundity…

when the pieces of the mysterious puzzle becomes whole to form the latest incarnation of this system we have created even amidst a distinct opposition sometimes revealed through these honest actions from whose moves are scraping against the collected foundations perceived as strings we are hanging all our hopes and fears off from like nails in the wall to post up a fragment of the experiential data we go into as the cycle of life continues onwards to shift reality, as millennia coalesce into this who that we are in today trying our hands at perfecting the systemic defect pumping and circulating a corrupted blood as humanity attempts to purge a sickness from every limb as fingertips of the god in nature many symbolic triggers and archetypes arise from as these seemingly unrelated parts come together into any cohesive fabrication integral to the weaving of a cosmic tapestry creating a ‘fabrix’ if you will, and much like any other matrix model manufactured to manifest Here in reality as series of complex caverns and coves gyrating on the same wave forms drifting resonant and splashing against one another to soon continue this elemental process that some might perceive as opposed to the conscious creatures we have become god offering sacrament to the avatar… trying to reconcile the past and those primordial things still without abstracted names as one of endless variations within a soul queued up as to be released from the living machine that stands fairly upright and awkwardly interprets these dreams as sub-dermal transmissions that relate and reflect the universe inside of ourselves with each unique piece fitting in a particular scheme or new pattern that folds over multiple lines as lawed ley in the lands we have founded Here, that a callous cloud of order to reign with definition and delivery of dire messages and portents pushed to come true by their prophets as self-fulfilling becomes all the rage again with the friends of civilization listening closely to the fringe instead to exploit in use as washing material this confusion into the real through mental erosion the treating of torture to those afflicted wrongly accused of a harmful enough trespass as to condemn their names throughout humanity as long as the idea is allowed to exist and thus stand to remain mar on the records as an excommunication anathema to the real contentment of any living thing in moves manipulated by the words used as weapons to distract and torment with emotional values likely built into the guilt and worries infused with doubtless concerns keyed to obscure the boundaries people have made Here for themselves, but in that ultraquiot a silent extreme rising like steam from the genes hard-pressed together to produce some reputable heir to the thrones built for a heinous release of criminal retreat standing discreet among the blaspheme concrete idols erected to transfix those crawling beings needed roles conceived and encaged to this set stage…

Thanks, khet.