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…squid pro quo & the nouveau terror Riche…

…giving the old heave-ho keelhauling to all of us over under the bow taken to establish reputation more idiot than savant even though trying the best one can at slackjaw revival of doing whatever one can to stay alive cloaca and dagger style throughout the coming rheme of our lords of chaos then reigning down reams of golden shower upon us as acidic styptic healing wounds through suffocation as much contact time most won’t survive while participants in the greater sorting vat of society with its many tentacles feeling their way through the world Here sorting us container by container, karma comedians one body at a time as hateful hippies creating an ideology of hateful farcical fascism one might call farschism styling as if bold enough at making words up burdensome beasts leaving compromising situations in burgeoning dungeons perplexed that gathered stack of blank slates ready to be imprinted upon clearance sale of fabricated units attempts at making shelves pretty vacant being sold on products not for human consumption covert commercial tactics enables killing off of vulgar consumers without any one being wiser because bureaucracy privately involved amounts to bad goods and services remaining on markets until disappeared by fate, demanding for surplus soars hitting supplemental sore spots for nostalgia seeking evermore than capable poor moth no flame somewhere lost inside this perjury surgery sound machine through agents of deterrence doubt sewn surging with unsound faculties dissecting reality urgently somatopsychic fetish mechanisms of worry whirling spun out dervishes dehydrated triggering thirst traps for moisture which drives us to the edges of insanity static in the attic as conditions apply expand and evolve Here capsizing all orientations of fear into this manifest scenery chewing at us to submit to games of death smearing campaigns across all faces adrift with neurotic rifts… riotous erupting as streets fade away swallowed by the hordes of bodies living and dead against shared threats follow the protesting when time suddenly stops one person after another devoured by such darkened doorsteps plagued with dread out of deprivation and deviation damnation game existing in contrast to such bright potential passing our blame around Here throughout this woven warp and weft swept up into the dramatically looming diorama of anti-tale seen for extreme masks they truly are worn by characters painting the world colors darker taking the scene by sturm und drang and appropriated costume changes until drowning, delaying progression when centripetal force on many feet wavers lacking the energy to upkeep propulsion through to other ages chastised for the outrageous while society so critical constantly trying to outpace oneself while throwing caution to those winding roads ahead ill prepared thought is nonsense compared to this visceral atmosphere that shocks us to death leaving those just barely coming online afraid thought police traumatize in their think tanks crushing innocence with ignorance utilizing aggression the only principle in the toolbox that works for them Here making lessons of whoever most expendable it takes out of the games played by authority, for corruption and dysfunction all infested at the highest levels using wealth never just as survival support but power by dominating people trying their best to trooper along amidst whatever new shared shit storms exposing the faults of others lingering expectations inasmuch casually stepping on feelings of the weak becomes daily affair worsened outcomes foreshadowing dire solitude transforms self choosing isolation rather than fathom mistakes made tricked into falling for intimate sinister gimmicks distracting depths of which appear easy resolution using alluring illusions as much possible ascertaining what optimal delusions are most useful as leverage to ensure obedience from others…

thanks, khet_:/