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…sarcadian Rhythms…

…in the caustic use of words as compared with biological processes progressing through our personal body clock of mortal habitation Here unclear which direction deflects us to go towards horizons that dawn on us how naive we are in the greater scales of life falling from our eyes to seek a differing kind of satisfying sustenance in this food desert of the real causing us to cannibalize each other first the ideas then emotions finally fatally physically we are devoured by nature and its wrath superintending the machination upon the surface world that humans have engaged for aeons with variations, attitudes of indifference infer this isn’t the ideal way to conclude what business we have on this planet as ironic being flattens our positive expectations substance over craving sharp witticisms turned harsh criticisms percolating deftly into common discussions can then reshape our collective connective perspective raw with novel concepts never perfect but always capable of changing depending upon whom looks at these things so devised as our systems assimilate and absorb all aspects with a cold technicality waiting on time to be able to reincorporate whatever material has been thoroughly categorized and archived set in place for ease of reference, those for champions of digital exploration and tyrants shift policy as sterile one after the other exposing how childish we really can be even though so convinced we are more mature than that however approves that assumption to be wrong with each hilarious candidate vying for dominant command in civil wars of popularity when some of those people take themselves so seriously as a means to motivate the narrative to follow their side of the story mourning glories of the past as in conceptual good old days device used to condemn anything satisfying alternative speculations consecrating progressive thought experiments… distinguished ambivalent by inflection with spoken social word at charging subconscious magnetism in the audience some whose internal timing is doing something aligned to and triggered by the art and its artifacts collapsing scenery where profuse arguments are rich with obtuse angles and people as fragile denying innocence for ignorance tainting conversations with others who profess alternate opinions and thus are denied access to being what they call friends having breached that threshold of acquaintance when it finally stopped being quaint and started getting real as conflicts arise which cannot be fixed instead are fixated upon relentlessly questioned and criticized, harshly weaponized ridicule and mockery used as part of an incompetent swagger that gives some people the wrong impression on purpose in undermining their perceptions with a straight face so insults conveyed dig deeper like well-worded missiles thrown out by a bleak mouth who strikes again unwittingly drawn to say chaotic insightful comments that seem to have unless thought is applied to the questionable meanings no rhyme or reason Here laid out by the speaker using implements of humor such as satire farce and other gimmicks to gather attention in otherwise boring discussions and absurd poetics actively switching out concepts, making haste for the exits if and when the distress gets to be too much Here for our emotional compass to guide us amid severe social static constantly reflective gestures on the quickening as we each sometimes sideways ride the frightening grabbing life by grave movements at stake under a disguise of atrophied lies defying logic and wisdom turning tricks in the streets getting broken coping mechanisms working when acknowledging the mind is a labyrinth matter of opinions utilizing intuition passing through barriers barricading us from accepted behaviors if not subscribing to those sacrificial trends telling us to join and win…

thanks, khet_:/