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…Repugnant self, a basement…

…drinking up what it will mean to lay dead in a casket folded arms stuffed with preservatives so ready to disintegrate beyond palpable comprehension no matter how much the particular details make sense overall outcome coming swiftly to those whom catch drifting proverbial interpretations unique to the regime of humanity we ascribe to Here hoping for the best but many times getting very little without voicing concern your contortion allowed to question aloud the epic dysfunction tromping through manifestations divorced of coherent narratives as these peculiar chapters break down simple tangents complex siphoning energy in their encoded glimmer of beauty, while integrity lost for some still on the board and actively seeking resolutions only to be blocked by those mainly succumbing exclusive to selfish voices caught casting down disparagement toward those never included because one must uphold the discord that subtly suffers against the rallying cries howling with desire magnetized by this sustained stasis infrastructure of electricity continuing our current circuitry circulating varieties of progressive processes manifesting Here in spite of the sight of alternate layers allowing for the choice of one’s own adventure as far as it will go in this terrestrial dimension and tribulation before dementia catches up, a severe paradox of punishment for those believing they get what they deserve is true that command of points horizontal as much vertical for the smallest of windows open and conditions right intersecting Here for worldwide movements occurring through species as we all slowly erase ourselves from the timeline somehow realizing we are out on a limb as long as we cannot find common ground on which to relate share and communicate our honest concerns to each other without hesitation from judgment conflicting with personal intentions adapting to painful aspects causing no physical harm except for intimate attacks upon oneself… getting under the skin so-to-speak stinging into the nervous system aware and alert especially focusing upon things that seem out of place or wrong nuance somehow slight that may not easily be perceived by others so one is required to find ways that explain without upset the inner workings of a thought processes unique to oneself managing to get along in life as obstacle course that never relents from throwing challenges our direction once we trigger the response called upon by these systematic arrangements designed to conflict just the tiniest bit because there is no reality for the conceptual perfection, unique civilized take generally idolizing people speaking on matters one has no prior knowledge forcing reliance upon improvisations to adequately complete the narrative everyone wants to be true for themselves lodged Here in the nitty-gritty that reality proffers equally to everyone accumulating clutter specific to this continuum comprised of consumers consummating their obsessive relationship to their goods rather than facing their gods with confidence of overcoming the odds stacked up against us resonating with underdog fashion one-in-a-million lottery whose bread and circus stakes are high and clustered together then depressive downward swing adapting if no one pays any real attention, circumstances as glimmers of hope gone now milky and matted sheen as the eye who cannot see gone cataract uncorrected guinea pig self experiment always hesitating too much to risk anything that evokes emotions other personal missions and routine-oriented tasks left unfulfilling so in turn forgotten about what remainder of fun or joy might be Here when nothing else is making any sense beyond direct cruelty applied everyday by cynics and sarcastic people who do not foster community but await what groups accept and approve before criticizing once passed loyalty tests arranged for those who come willingly into their territory…

thanks, khet_:/