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synes of the fodder…

candied are the hammers that break open to discover to crush our inner workings propelled to visionary levels by the stalking crux that tries forcing a cause for us to pursue Here where the glare of glazed gazes is caught out of the corner of an eye staring deeper than that awkward self-assessment that only seems to reveal the pieces of dream within us as thrums unravelling when reality grows more complex with each new dawning age and each new batch of initiates red into this realm is made real by the risks taken when nothing else makes any sense through the morass of patterns surging like a static drifting across screens trying to fix what was never known as broken to begin with, tossed into the basket to be ground up like all the rest of them there from the wasted lives as citizens and soldiers setting the clock back to zero for perhaps as another chance to spin again when a depth and clarity come separately like time and distance unable to be measured both at once a frustrated severing of senses made from nothing resurrects to Here assembling new worlds whose gravity allows for the clinging remainder that all these numbers create homogenous and squeezed together, and we are these gigantic beasts as cells stuck and pooling for the conclusions to work in our favor in the feat of consequence as actions taken collectively as each a piece of the greater tapering array in a universe unto itself playing the role to be fulfilled by this being as questionable container for spirits and stardust to evolve on this spectrum toward other realms as flung far out from our own current physical cage materialized in the Now… with knowledge horizontal to our backs like the sun shining a piercing ray through and beyond our variable selves littered throughout the atoms and games played this way as paths taken as soon divisions of labor in the aftermath of making this civil lie a working system to use the people like ornery machines moving synchronized to the rhythm of tasks ahead as the trends and styles are surface opinions scraping and sculpting civilization’s impressions and hard set forward progress, surging with distinct strangenesses from the deep evolving into practical solutions that a refugee of this trivial civilization will not accept without much difficulty incorporating a compassionate programming into information that can manage these human quirks and assertions fluent throughout these human conditions inherent in destiny manifesting as human density taking up space to describe a future as needs dictate, but as there are many directives calling out for the sheepdogs of war stepping into place as pawns upon a battlefield of collective yields upon the harvested souls to be taken by the terrors of error reality placed righteously in our way to challenge the notions that emotions evoke into being as ideals become an authority of actions thus becomes reality in guiding that material sway to constrain places that Mankind has declared as theirs to despoil at will…

Thanks, khet.