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…raising antiQuity out of pity…

…part of me wants pity deserves pity because we’re all just replicated repetitions written with simple instructions in mind though getting more complex staring at a board of keys filled with letters dancing as fingers glide reaching places without recognizing home forgotten or ungrateful reputations repeating that same abstract jargon as technical language consecrating the holy houses of heaven in our heads like a psychic jukebox always playing the hits specific to the individual in particular trying to sort out the viable conclusions made Here percolating to what surfaces we are given to take for granted secular experiences separating wisdom, conquered by manipulative behemoths who be they men unkind in despair and dread concocted to create concentric circular breathing patterns as guttural intonations scaring the children until they begin to know better of the ones they called adults throughout their skewed education pressurized by the upbringing brought to the dissecting table together in trying to devise the source for our problems starting as far back as we can remember piecing parts back into homogeneous cohesion speaking as a human Here sometimes awful and oftentimes neutral except when called to action either by many or the few who attempt swaying you, and others like you to their cause engineered thought so you don’t have to any more than is necessary to not have to apologize for everything wrong in setting under sun of this heathen earth we are merely shadows that walk upon it for a brief flare perhaps correlative to sunspots somewhere temporarily brightening out maybe while in another timESPace closer to our own dimension somebody dies and all of their solar energy spills into the cosmos from wherever a mortal corpse falls corresponding to these uniquely spiritual solar flares speculatively occurring somewhere throughout a vast darkness glimpsed looking beyond… localized retreat into ourselves imagining what will be after we have ceased to deliver raw perspective back into these systems which cradle us on fundamental levels we still do not understand as completely as we think we should though we should never think of those precursors were ever too dense to be interpreted correctly somehow re-calibrating the information socially-accepted discourse facilitating of conveying fragments on such devising we surpass our previous stations or purely reiterate what has been before with slight modification that may or may not be worthwhile further adaptations finally taking an interest in the journey of humanity, as sloppy mistakes during which should be registered as life lessons not to shy away from frightened so quickly that it betrays our personal character and constitution so we must turn back to face the conflict ourselves as selfless as the wagers force us to be Here catalyzing what instincts we may have to survive the ordeals as they arrive then to taunt and deceive our senses just as words can distort the filters of individual perception leading us through tensions highly tenderized by the cavalcade of lies that happened to raise us all from thinking differently, when as the children we were imprinted for the future by incomplete adults who chose to doom everyone for the sake of their egos being trampled over but nay Here we are required to revivify what has been cursed to be forgotten in order providing amenable saviors for populations so lost within themselves they forget those personal moments faster and faster quantifying details reacting poorly to emotional stresses and extremes that deaden the senses eventually attempting to repair these broken perspectives locked into bitter disputes and resentment while lodged upon this heathen earth struggling to survive impotent lies still ensorcelling our vital surroundings…

thanks, khet_:/