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to turn a fRaze…

the rage builds a pyre wax-like funereal flames percolating to kiss the cold err with a simplistic heat in patterns risen to the form of fire much like a word as a knife cutting through so much ephemera flung onto the walls in the heat of passion a dense and hostile fury but sharper than expected when used again to attack others with dread and those rhetorical gloomy whispers of offense worked to sharpen senses even though said under breath with the droll wit of sarcasm to instill a humor once again that confidence to be alive without obligations, although this too is a misnomer as words never quite fit the bill unlike money which always seems to plug that hole that craves and needs with a singular focus to mash these sour heavens into gravy thick and unyielding to trespassers of the mind that requires honey or vinegar to spike the flies lording over the small space we are allowed Here hovering like ghosts that swarm in a wait for some swami or guru to preside when speaking of transcendental matters that perfect a direction one wants to go through the storms of roaring boring fallacies that placate the masses wherever they worship, but coasting along these societal trends leads to many friends and enemies if culture is the only landmark we see as the new waves whip back and forth the reigns to horses (of course) as we have been tied to the stake claimed that we are really much more ignorant than given credit for because in a very long time ago this ship had no reason to collide with shore if only to assure us that there was a ground beneath our feet marking our passage as failure-driven carapaces carved from the tough exterior of the animal until we retreat back into our heads to fight our own wars… wordless the speech centers first inside of the brain resonating and shifting all silent thoughts with electricity kinetically moving as though some flickering light from ancient early animation showing us pictographs depicted similar to the programs we watch daily whether as news or drama or horror fare defining certainty for while transmitting from the sealed chamber that when the cliche or argument is dropped straight on into politely casual conversation like a bomb, when it can be said as though nothing were meant by it at all as vapid excuse to excuse oneself from any minds able to perceive those underlying lines that achieve droll comeback that may stab just as deep or deeper as consequence of actions met by brute ignorant recourse for the offense that wishes harm just as harsh as that initial offending blow catching off-guard perhaps a slow wit or subject of stupidity for a fool can transmute these goods into bads and vice versa, but proper tense and pronunciation as well a shifting in moods and timbre enunciating these traits is significant in many ways that proper communication may if we let it try to clue us in on some of these irregular instances drifting between us and them collaborating without some overwhelming fear or guilt projected onto us…

Thanks, khet.