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living under mercenary position is not a stance to take too lightly as serious is that modus operandi in this particular occasion where no one is free safe or innocent for very long before the rest of the world tries to hit you with the proverbial ton of bricks or in some cases a ton of pricks when we are aware of the harshness that others can inflict upon us when they do not show the slightest considerations for a fellow human being regardless of the attraction or whatever they have in their possession that you are preoccupied with, there are too many tricks in the out there to pull the wool over the eyes of the mass hive of sheeple all minding their business as once that ritual is worked out for oneself much like any a modern magick is formulated to pull those blinders off our senses to clear the lenses of their obstruction as they dispose of our ability to move fluidly through in this ‘maithunam dravyam’ as the unrefined feel from an intercourse we as multiple parties share twined together either through intimacy or the relationships to each other that sustains and gives us some purpose to defend, but not to the extent then that lessons remain carved onto our foreheads as an external reminder hazing us in the present day no matter how the modern accessibility dreams between soul and functional as when that surging hot thrust of sexual play occurs momentarily that has only seemed to inhabit our fantasy lands until Now when we are out defending the castle or whatever it is as a realtime catalyst to these raging infernos of lust and animal splendor… the smell lingering upon the fingers as the mating call and response of this creature signals another to that attraction as magnetizes partners chosen for intimacy and try relating to as a person even though not everyone’s wiring then is to be responsible for those rightly-made righteous moves whether in daylight or darkness makes no difference for those frivolous yet focused who become authority to test these ideals of truth raised up as a standard to which we end up feeling obligated by the events Here as they wavre in our faces, but the fantasy is not all there ever was and will not be the last eventual to break our civilized mess down even as we gather and recreate the zones that we have contributed devotions to becoming these architects of the soul riddling the uninitiated speaking their cryptic orders from a central authority whose certainty remains soft when the gathering storm does not shy away from being aggressive to make a point especially if that sharp quality is used as a weapon to pierce tear and ingest leaving any victims more vulnerable, changes between the sour and the savored moments as details considered trivial to some but most important to one though this as special presence is within reality means something to no one because of the fact that as lives we are living conjoined yet oblivious enough which no matter how vital special or valid to the system we think we are this is not a fact without some idea of the human massive homogenizing civilized idea…

Thanks, khet.