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…sublimate fates into the Shab’tastasy…

…semantic scenes from the dream no one can read features of character masks concealing contradictions Here foolhardy fuckabout on the intercept mechanistic obscenities overshadow us as the all-sphincter swallows and spits out social constructs it adapted from shit and shinola while in the darkness lurking to act shabbily scabs scars and scratches breathing err reconciling our own issues to ourselves because no one ever enters the mind only aspects thought to be predictive as people question the intelligence quotient even being there or merely routine repetition waiting until we are to exist no more essence having utterly escaped at last, crocodile tears become thick ruddy mucus inside the hollow gourd but sticky with crude oils manifested throughout our lives in Here taking everything for granted while saying we take nothing of the benefits doubt caging contentment with various parameters society reinforces attention to detail scaling things larger and higher until the inevitable fall altered aspects in abject dropping into collapse because there is nowhere else to go without eyes hindsight in the backs of our heads may be able to correct petty mistakes if we acknowledge their presence an ability as often gifted us to learn from our old value, judgments lead the way forward inherent stupidity also known as the ‘was-dumb’ though in the weak vowel merger our mumble sleeves make when fabricated consent contains human sublimation subjected to generations of subjugation constrained into containers of flesh and blood Here left alone to fuck around and find out for ourselves what perils lie ahead foolish imperative reaction deciding that one direction will lead us all correctly is that beings find themselves impulsively projecting onto others with random ease where rippling points of view shatter and scatter upon impact between people no matter how many inevitably these conflicts will arise… decadent erections from previous civilizations mark eras past with solid remnants these portions of our civilized history as often taken for granted always affecting our shared future though the energy that transfers directly through subtle fields overlapping fractal happenstance of awareness has us caught by our beliefs to enact and adapt what characters create the stories we consciously accept through individual consent once aware enough of the state of things currently occulted and obscured by rampantly deliberate attempts at widespread misinformation distracting whole systems of people from decent efficiency inasmuch collaboration structures beneficial community instead of cold dominance now seen, defiance attached to the contrasting opinions breaking everyone down through repetition against the grindstone society distilled to its worst elements sometimes sight of any hope leading to despair realizing what the chains that are holding us in place Here utilize to quash and weaponize emotional response any retaliation no matter how insignificant spinning tricks with words learned from using them as daggers not the most positive life affirmation possible memorizing plague hymns in days dimming quicker as they get shorter waking up finding enough joy to continue Here utterly restless at inconvenient occasions collecting specialties specific to your personal interests, self-absorbed wading through crippling curiosity that requires bravery to risk the peer review pressured to assume the worst by default knowing that negative expectations can be met easily within this deprivation chamber feeling the vitality ebb away subtly echoes while trying to manage the inevitable physical decrepitude that accompanies these changes strangest predicament individuals try their best with what they have re-calibrating tethers to various loyalties one shares as much in bad taste as good all aspects accounted for eventually suffering through traumatic tremors and terrible heat in pummeling waves forced into engaging one of the many die nasty Here…

thanks, khet_:/