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“where once i was a maggot writhing upon a carcass, now i find myself as a fly on the wall…” this insisting another brick seen layering up with the old prickish feeling against a kick trying to knock the wall down when we have found ourselves roles as variations fit on the reminders a witness as to what is revealed in Mankind’s ig-neurotic ablyss creating the vacuous superficiality symbol mocking humanities with image idol or ideal of a perfected bullshit plopped right into the laps as atrophied minds of these children in nature’s tricks makes the unwilling a prostitute of whose true love remains that unrequited of desires, so as we are left Here to keep a story perpetuating in order for the masculine cult to dry up and to die out as a facsimile for the fascist trash cult that takes the place of substitute as our mutual feelings upon an atmosFear and a hatred for ourselves is confronted thus breaking down those barriers unseen though left describing to us those few avenues of distinction for humans to pursue beyond strayed mounds of delirious madness sworn we were all born into with a brief equitable stasis before we fall forward on through our separate reality tunnels locked further within layer the minefields dreaded which to stepping upon as switches deeply ingrained thoughts as wasted debris for these magics becoming rules and a ruler ship measuring our motions against depicted perpetual pets of systems soon lemming’ed out when serves the purpose to pose as victims of that deathly taste the faceless true god we have all submitted to gracelessly slipping from this conscious consensus bequeathed to us to hem and hum and hah overtly over and over again, or are we faithfully faceless merely as anyones forgotten the centuries drift dripping by as these sands we have convinced ourselves is all Here short supplies on these heathen islands called ‘planets’ by a contrived concept of historical frayed ends left questioning what this is exactly whether really as the scene was specified comes around to our way or not in resolving the personally bitter end increments of any endless wanderings meandering towards those vaulted spaces taken when granted we tried to grunt as specific syllables in the form of fragile bridges that we do eventually abridge into short blurbs of positivity conflicted tumbling onto future tropes about an overly idealized personification Here as human being… thought made inescapable though constrained by parameters made a naive trade to stake a courteous claim right through its bloody heart left in the shining sun staged with voltage and carnage severed from the real reasoning for a choking reaction redacted by tactful hands that permits only that handful to view among alternate sympathetic effects affecting that machine might as it occurs, but as deadly to the touch as to the supposed craving for what ends up stagnating into modern reality cryptologically-patterned to be processed straight into the cosmic engines each psyche supports by discovering and exploiting the timing of events as they occur humming with the mysterious purr of this steady riddle coagulating to the point of scabrous scars weaving a closed terse beat toward higher doses of tension extending throughout the civilized experience breaking the surface at some point where future meets past, when passed meats of purpose seem lost to those ‘i’-less facets of stability caged and crazy at the thinking stuck a surface level too deep to fathom clearly then pain juxtaposes against those clueless emotions and moods wedded to blues upheld as pessimistic choices to be rejoiced in as worse of either cases scenario half full or empty of piss and shit and the epitomized carcass yearning for some sense of this definite ending…

Thanks, khet.