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…this, sick Rectum of destiny awaiting, shit…

…what comes from adventure when music becomes the calling repeal where there is going to be artistic pursuit that is not made to feed off subjects that is where gods come into conflict using their avatars to supersede customary introduction pulled from the collaboration between our church and state with haste we are fierce beasts to contend with contented with what visceral parts of humanity taking shape and shots at the governing bodies at work though hardly working without their like predecessors using doubt mechanical animal as the searching out victims that cannot articulate their situations accurately enough dripping nonsense, secretions aware affectations of prior circus dances getting used to being assumed foolish though quite alert with other primal senses activated as this body grows ebbs and flows from peak energy to rot and decay surprised how quickly it comes to pass as with any other situation supposedly one end to the opposite lens mathematical distraction away from being human without answering necessary questions vicious visions replaying inside the minds eye theater though fragmented thoughts never with guarantee to come true the all-sphincter revoking our passage through this life suddenly as lightning strike called for other duties perhaps summoned back, cryptic messages insufferable to read much as these mystical propositions slab poetry jutted forth projected outward towards you changing again as churning graveyard attitudes bury what is not required from us oneiric null anaphora oft lazily connecting back to itself in familiar patterns that shift depending upon how we feel about these complicated designs convex and concave rise and fall almost constants yet inconsistent overall transgressing spark whether creative or critical as the path becomes lit by life forcing conclusions following personal logic emphasis on expression of fabricating the details swayed by individual sense tapping into omniscient cosmic machines infinite… dreaming figures inviting us to somehow commit ourselves but it is valid to be hesitant proving every piece of the puzzle matters even when unable to see or interact beyond notions such as this culminating in the jesus effect holding us captivated by raw integrity of self-sacrifice though can become persuasive rhetoric easily as time transcends previous boundaries through the lenses of research and insatiable curiosity sometimes too graphic to mention out loud around people who are not tapped into your particular strain of madness advantage leading us by puppet strings in theory directing our every action without thoughtful moments, as our programming defines us Here pent-up penitentiary-worth of rage fetish built upon to witness damage being done detached as possible from the intimate situation gawking hypocrites egging on competitions and selling us the tickets grift attached at the hip ready to use enough interest to boost sales attempting to come out on top without regarding what that heap is made from or how such reputations were made in the first place mobsters and gangsters whose illicit activity feeds darker desire society just under the surface motions found in the daylight tricked into ever believing everything is gonna be alright, civilization is more than merely some suicide generator whose various faces of death leave corpse gardens desecrating entire swathes across this world for profit and gains taxing poverty-stricken creatures striving for hope in something though usually receiving nothing in return for acting in service much driven to behaving as agents of accidentally-on-purpose chaos the disappointment overwhelming to fabricate non-player characters of the worst caliber caught kissing their guns and flags with hateful stares and rhetorical words of aggressive nonsense to further no other cause than selfish simplicity in sports beer and misogyny to the Nth degree turning up the heat…

thanks, khet_:/