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…farcical cacophony of Quasimodal hunches…

…stray wilting will o’ wisps as memories in the mists gathered about primordial obsessions with interest in Platonic forms surrounding this non-localized continuum as forgotten ones and great old ones others whom have made it to the gathering though might not have been invited that never being the limiting factor as entrance to perhaps make friends out of the materials provided Here wrenched from flesh as the wretched people we are monitoring ourselves for changes in proper behavior working correctly uncomfortably questioned about the state of our minds and how badly our poor bodies burn from what we have done, curious sources from whence perhaps our genetic archetypes intermingling somewhere inside remaining still hidden piece of the world soul as mind-at-large living reliquary reservoir of some kind as forum or stage letting them supposed authoritarians speak soliloquies revealing the solipsistic rhetoric for the conceptual mortar and concrete murder attempts reinforcing psychic structures abusing us that have hidden the gateways portals or doors of perception from that individual syndrome of self isolated and subdued by the temperamental sacrifices temporarily made in the starkly lit compare and contrast of visual reception while auditory dimensions being just as valid as the other senses, but in the company of varying voices reducing us sometimes to parts unknown bodily aware where we are as the taste smell and touch that expand these sensual parameters oftentimes without consent as we clamor to respect our own boundaries before others Here oddly concentric with our humanity bucking the system with our shared cash solvent abuse verging on slaughterhouse revolutions revolting of course through all those interested parties vested with consuming the substantial world we currently inhabit infesting us with useless habits closed in our comfort zones selfish and compromised by forces that do not perceive us as beings… as the scheming between tethers unheeded harsh binges as harbingers on the warring warnings come to pass self-fulfilling prophecies with enough active subscribers to make up the difference in any actual policy of truth beyond politicized plans harnessed to be seen as unstoppable while we all play catch-up updating ourselves as needed Here undermining the qualities of each person scraping away their projected humanity because of inner hatred that infects us every day in various ways that define our general outlook as hours change into days offending our sense of continuity if ever anything goes awry that we cannot control, retarding ourselves hardest when we lose it all calm composure and emotional clarity required to make compromised situations better instead of taking advantage of others while they are forced to be open and willing to disaster already persecuted the freaks by those whom think they know better though often this is the one trick pony abused from neglecting maintenance duties eventually succumbing to natural decay used too much it becomes worn out cliche sinister leanings seeming critical supposition of superstitions as stupid unreliable narrative flow that goes askew at some point down the mountain while simultaneously rejecting known for remote, possibilities are endless or what skies disguise the limits we could plausibly achieve aching with every subtle step forward to make dreams reality even if only personally forcing us to do anything to get there from Here seems forever out of our range assuming the horizon line is at the end or edge unable to clearly define something remaining silhouetted in the distance to witness oncoming dangers but still afraid nonetheless cautiously pausing for reinforcements as if anybody has your back truly scared of hanging on as running away cowards never save the day the same ways your heroes might…

thanks, khet_:/