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a working relationship should cater benefits to all involved whether one is the master or servant makes no real difference when the debated issue relies upon humans who try conveying a common sense beyond any overwhelming abasing circumstance, this decree made valid creed by the brutalist culture repugnant for embracing the idiot features of civilization’s demise with soothing prayers and layers of balm to keep calm all those whining in a claim for their uncomfortable complaints against this biased display, but the more humble creature inside of our hearts is kept at bay with rewarded behavior as mad retreat into subdued health and compromise of self for the immediate material stink laid out like a plan for the future… a confusing solution to entwine our truths Here in knee deep debris sunk into invisible solutions to whatever we cannot conceive of to demand in order to observe any sense of the grace left inside ourselves where others might feel strange about having to constantly adapt as a natural lifestyle counter to a prior example of the domesticate animal, the profound realization of experience that make us who we are as both a generalizing and specific qualifier as the individual goes through all these life-changing pieces which will create the puzzling person we end up with as finalized version, but even posthumous memories and items cannot replace the face that came with the name or disdain that might have been common to one who has done so much to change the worlds swirling around them as visibly displaced remains the echoing sensations… like ghosts always in revolution spinning fists in rage as the dark builds in this bewilderness gathering momentum and the repetition that kills off in the heat and friction those weak and those too engaged to pay attention to coming off as brash or harsh, or some other undiluted projection that puts the rest of us ill at ease allowing the negative effluvium to fill in the blanks between our ears offsetting some intensely urgent need to reflect that cowardly penetration betraying the good sense inside, a demon well-hidden under duress escaping to the surface once unburdened of uncomfortable truths that will not relent so easily the lease on this life ultimately timed to die… we are not so lost that we cannot find a way out past amazed…

Thanks, khet.