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Hello… what easier frame or phrase than thank you which requires two syllables instead of one, of course having a transitional punch that distinct that quick does shake up some idling ideas apart from whose passive potential energies acts like glue upon the cosmos left behind you sealing it in a caption called ‘past’ as referenced anchor point met by the individual you as waiting to collect up that box with an uncanny seeming of random things to a naked selfless soul whose “i” wanders about with no absolute definition of structure or home without building upon personal concepts of its Here and Now as presence has dictated, but don’t go so hastily before eye pronounce these symbols as words in motion to access a non-exclusive state as stellar freedom the illusion makes us out not to be because the history we are left with is a corollary proof we made up on how the people as true rulers change the boundaries that shape future generations of reality making a fascist pact that mocks us into submission with whatever sine qua non is found, so-to-speak… Before heroes tried to fix all leaks to be sealed off by concrete examples becoming the stagnant waits to our version as the soul heavy in the chest of a solipsistic humanity restless from the heat now made sound of thought as though inner struggles forcing inhibitions inside off to favoring of a domestic place whose subtle and manipulated thought programs are sinister from those ivory towers a bit too tall for their own good soon as platforms and operating systems creating some invisible electric fence of fear on lines structured with political agenda building up materials of the fiercest soul as temples where new warriors will train both hearts and minds developing true martial souls, none of this which can be taught from out of nowhere without a truth residing deep inside of one’s core altogether a strange bestial mixture of naive humanity in shamanic ancestor forms though not only through all to many transpositions of the intersected among relative and hybrid pedigree alike whom chose to give in after estranged memories needing to move on through festered souls of the stinking swamp in the degenerate mind of whose omens from long ago said would come to pass shit as disease of the soul keeps outwardly appearing in the scene as respected ritual tool to stave off whatever gods or demons collaborated with you by debt been craved complete this soul then deciding it only appears as limited edition persons whose ‘uniquity’ or unique antiquity valued to be vital personal commodity used to effectively trade with others for further aspects of life death and a daydream as eye sleazes the fusion that remains functional even as other facets fall or fade away from these complex puzzles revealing ancient world civilization and its layers where we conform to the shifting beliefs of these atrocious secrets kept a dark hole away from romance for the non-roman types going roman-a-clef anonymity astray in the living story like this, my friends… a way to engage sensed as useless by an establishment now turned some fascistic festering sore that wound up creating more doomcrafters than were necessary from a standpoint of winning the wars through rose-tinted glasses, and then lending the filtering lenses to others who most likely will not see anything the same even when it is known that we view things so differently yet cannot agree often enough to disagree when it does mean life or death given certain situations, coming down to the wire like this…