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whether maggots or martyrs it makes no difference until one has found their charisma with which becoming like a jangle of magic charms petrified that mystically embraces the individuals left Here in whose minds separately yet altogether are defined as the many twisted comforts as we indulge have to fill these dustpans of change nostalgia-induced by the centuries of revolution in motion building while still evolving into a formula particular panacea of dissolved potential into all solutions that truly contain the various practical wisdoms in whose elusive qualities are naturally retained as neutral although whether within a few degrees of cool it is even these of whatever odd a purpose so aligned leading people through as both series of good and bad scenarios, plays out testing pieces that function upon the capacity of these people in staying as functionally able down to a most barest believing in the death their beliefs and fundamental reasonings are being put stripped away as though while Here we were part of to begin with what seem tools and toys to utilizing ever as much coveting for ourselves all special traits ideals and items pushing the limits of a constructive creativity all at once some kind of native and yet naive act when trying to understand the real conditions of being the humans in this cosmos, and through subtly repressed slivers of this homogenized technology honing in on a transmutation as it is subsidizing the reality of an organic state as devised and disseminated all throughout in the nature as peace of these prophetic puzzles turned into a progress as a state of congress agreed upon between two or more people taking equal turns upon the sees-saws of a power that the people in their individuality should be able to retain access as much as any opportunistic ideal embodied and swaying the public opinion toward genuine misery… the texts have been tampered with as far as a multitude of our greatest books in historically spiritual content concerning itself with by far too many editors and supposed scholars caring not for the magic of compassion connection or contentment but only in the containment and cataloging of patterns drawn from bizarre consequences as those without education or luxury or confidence appear to be small in the eyes of a self-imposed amateur instinct who thinks of sex and love as repulsive features in humanity’s quests to stay ahead of the evil, schemes and plotting that course through the blue veins so thick with tension and vanity no license to speak of no matter hunting fishing or killing as they all play the same game and automatically confuse themselves in as winners being as those so demeaned and dismissed as “losers” find a way to keep from feeling at least a bit too stifling in order to keep this productivity going at a steady pace to fuel the fiery furnaces of supply as of demand taking babies, and introducing soldiers who stand at the ready in case of terrible showdowns between master maker and the creatures thus produced inflicting weakened integrity upon close collaboration that lends the energy to those of whom would seek gold while looking for signs and signals that this is ordained by the higher authority in whose shadow we are those fearful fetal infinitesimal rarities that occurs witnessing collusion of credibility…

Thanks, khet.