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…Pulchritude or a keen aesthetic…

…laboriously we behave as interdependent units trying our best to activate some inner purpose we wish to perceive Here within range of what limitations happen to be reinforced by outside pressures to perform whether we would enjoy an accelerated adoration from others who having delighted in juxtaposing their sensitivity onto those they fantasize about being how easy it must be to have so much power at one’s fingertips tapping out demands for the rest to obsess over if not following direct instructions to action because one person might say so out of many whom you decide is the most trustworthy, anything more than revered for their personal courage to succeed beyond oppressive features to fall under command through societal obligations these creatures reinforcing the height of vanity laid out for all the massive unknowing which steamrolls into fetishizing the wiles and whims of the traits that get us ahead via self-serving advantage very few people ever get subjective access in its natural gorgeousness to true beauty as vital windows of opportunity even when out in appropriately timed general populace to such things though are dissolving vanity in license plates and aesthetic architectural models taking precedent up until brilliance incorporating nature, breaking whatever unspoken soon written rules desperate to be followed through these beings labeled as disparate sources of information rejoicing in revivals of independence when they can idolize the next thing actively seeking it out whatever it may be in order to be the first to guide everyone else revealing its importance to culture whether this bears resemblance to song or visual art or attempting to glimpse in vain into the future to set precedent which cannot be prearranged in this state of temporary flux in the metaphorical furnace Here trapped with the other souls fighting to escape the pressure… can you feel its presence as it creeps ever so subtly away from the brain and into the limbs usually forsaken to cursory glances when wounded that self-soothing behavior one tries to fix themselves with because it may be too vague to grasp right away feeling more like series of difficult tasks to perceive these ideas as self-affirming patterns in itself the living gaze society imposes through humans that we think can cause reality to react violently as if nature were buckling itself from those tensions arisen with ultimately destructive aspects fostered over centuries where one neither cares nor approves, as studious curiosity progresses beyond the limits of actively constraining such untied loose ends much as electric wires jolting alive their creations in reconstruction with energy out of nowhere recharging any soul of creatures great and small thus sucking them back into this hell oblivious to rage or reasons why condemnation wishes it through experimental process doomed to fail even when applies this vast knowledge and wisdom culminated over many trials and errors still come with unusual complications and uncertainty ruling the day when even daily activity becomes the obstacle one trips over casually in surviving repeated attempts at living, similar terrible paths for too long that can affect the body requiring further upgrades of fetish into the lifestyle one provokes and promotes into being you Here distinct mental wounds consume us more deeply than the flesh has advanced furthering spectators sporting pieces to ripoff ourselves to present proof as having lived through metaphorical rites of passage somehow affected by present day domestication as human animals left standing from what bloody ugly beauty gets emptied against this background atmosphere of our souls with very little alternate remedial aspects otherwise reeling from antagonistic discrepancies bestial latency extracting us through complicating situations…

thanks, khet_:/