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…Shizzbollah…

…much like the turd reich in decades before this bowl of shit takes on new meaning among discrepant fascists fashioned as fad trend or regime flushed upon massive scale Here trapped as the atomic defusing of bombs different nature nurturing something to a maturity that which we cannot divulge until it is ready to come be a harbinger of the new flesh as we all expect from those channels that de-possess functional denizens repurposed for other reasons than just to keep an army stocked with bodies in an atmosphere of death and danger kept tied to the latest passing fling, dead things can rise out of this den of iniquity that exalts authoritarian despots even when destructive to higher levels of praise and offset worship as heroes taking shots at whatever aspects equate to something more than nothing that lurks between lines as parameters shadowing the extremes of humanity as though this were a footpath to walk silently because words evoke their presence through the ether that permeate this distinct microcosm of localized harrowing events dragging us by the heels toward a precipice very not peaceful to look over as vertigo springs eternal so doubts well up within what we accredit to being easily dismissed as irrelevant Here, discordance as conceptual being fighting with the desired traits that make us have meaning while dwelling in carcinogenic wrecks of human type bipedal creatures walking upright guided by wanderlust curious to find other parts to this place from differing sides seems another angle to find explored by some exploited by others until such are fodder to be canonized into the system as beautiful beat freaks timed to the rhythm that functions as heartbeat playing in the background to this randomized series of events taking space where none had known to achieve this… command over oneself could be considered high praise indeed because of what few pieces of the puzzle accepted as fully integrated making the skies of purple appear blue to our eyes as hue infiltrated by sheltering views filtering perspectives far too interrogative to get answers Here where things dissolve and disgrace so often without consent that it requires us a step backward to reflect upon what just might have happened Here so we may lament our stupidity as trivial snare which catches us off-guard enough to lose balance for a brief minute while suspended disbelief is strong in those that have no place to go, feeling compelled by the social undertow of this so-called holy see constantly flushing out undesirable qualities characterized as people that are trying their best through oppressive conditions that subject each of us to a sort of reality testing failed by so many as the bodies stack higher still than last thought or taught capable to be dealing with at this point so the cycle deviates from utter kindness and forgiveness as threshold between those that see themselves in others and others choosing only to see themselves through that mirror quantifying the conscious human standing before it, attempting to seize whatever humanity is left residing in the living shell seen across from us slowly coming to understand personally-owed proper encapsulations for what it ever means to be this human thing never quite an animal all the way but neither a fully-accepted part of the whole featured Here as one of the players when failure becomes the new name of the game looked to for distraction amidst a clash of subtle and counterpoint layers to overstimulate cognizant dissonance from the peanut gallery in the audience criticizing the nuance evoked from that choking happenstance gone straying beyond civility…

thanks, khet_:/