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…lost whirled within tSundoku…

…storage containers for the spark of life and our blood as sovereign fluid transferring the potency of this force into all actions and interval motivations electric devil extracting the extraneous improper eccentricity from ourselves to create and produce spectacular things through means of personal discovery interpreted for the human collective as defined by other possible patrons what we hold true today as much any other day that presents us with options toward opportunity we were previously lacking without awareness to the detriment of our shared psyche Here unlocked by cosmic forces donating energy to the effort even if warfare within, as much without need to say as such rather sitting quietly rioting inside beneath layers of secretions and scary pieces that add to the character of this machinery housing souls for solar power because we can derive energy from the sun directly though harmful in larger than life doses causing irradiated poison to flirt with our innards nothing to instill hesitation on the part of growing irregularity metastasizing as malign cells unleashed against oneself assuming to find hope in dreams and forward motion to keep sanity in a society that wishes to stain us insane if we fulfill no purpose, outright glory whole and interdependent with every other purpose complete to be drifting in the ether where our minds retreat retreading old wounds and past mistakes to try taking worrisome advantage in being so insecure through trauma as general rule breaching the threshold of surface tensions keeping some concepts still fomenting underneath lazy veils of inertia supplanted by retracting ideas for doing the work in order to feed the digestion of progress overall buying books supports the world within them only so much technical writing can fulfill our need for direct information to where we require something different to stimulate… indigestion boiling back recoiling from whatever superficial gestures to propose new strands of light tied together bridging gaps with conveying of signals whose goals stay reciprocal as long inconceivable pressures hold us in places with the threat of things falling apart at rapid pacing as the momentum goes into overdrive once the first domino falls igniting chaos at the soonest opportunity gathering godspeed instantaneously turmoil of weakened mental states unleashed by exploding back to simple worlds spiraling out of conscious command whirling as bedeviled dervish whose dance orbits the brightest thing to blind us we have ever seen, all these things and more harnessed with words to justify means by translating those hidden pieces of similarity and difference through near-universal contextual clues that some take pleasure in making sadistic games of communication by prolonging the curiosity of others until upset with vague descriptions of feelings and opinions that do not comply easily with people that are not on the same page in many aspects of surviving the current standard interpretation of being which no two people could have the same answer if capable to answer at all because our minds are such unique instruments of mapped organic potential processing, though without the linear ease of cartography methodical techniques worlds of data in patterns to tease thoughts anywhere else exploring edited thoughts and revelations Here exploited metaphors and analogies gathered together to put pressure upon ideal performance across the board generically wandering oblivious to what remains obvious to others while casually pointing out cracks in the armored delusions riding imperial think tanks that we have polished using ideologies to shine alluringly explaining shared theories on everything under the sun or to shun through appearing brutal in the brain chemistry its reduced to in deleterious defense savoring oneself over all other things…

thanks, khet_:/