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…the vicious Sun as god monster…

…upon daily basis meeting the negative mirror of self captivated by the animal there who suffers in place of real humanity hermetically vacuum-sealed tumult behind the eyes no one ever sees yet will haunt us from birth on through self-awareness as it seeks some reason to live using oneself to push past the implausible Here imagination making one-third of this conundrum beating in our hearts and heads usually off-rhythm with each other requiring the substance of an emotional body translating between the other two-thirds without judgment which can be preconceived in order to survive this inevitable diminishing of our being, tantrum tempered by insolvent perceptions from unreliable narrators whom owe us better explanations than mere excuses careless feats and cunning stunts to convince others they have the power to command some structure using knowledge from the ages in which we have failed in our supposedly civilized quests for answers Here rendering our thoughts and actions to fade over time as it passes personal relevance only in the Now that is real wave of vibrations and frequencies collapsing into either an elemental form of energy or the continuation of consequence in essence the progress made so far somehow becoming social concrete, careening between the dreams of density and destiny as toe tag labels placed upon deceased variation events that have occurred before affecting us from such rippled information whose faces become feces of death translating inefficiently into how people die there is no hope to how people erase themselves away into clarity as we are all bred from vampiric parasites within which heat becomes fetishized most cloaca and dagger sorts of mesmerism that repels versions of us worshiping the sun as monocultural edifice through which iconic drifts of singularity solar rays hits us upon this heathen earth corrupting the hedonistic mutations… repercussions of the past words and actions as emotional station just barely under the surface aware of the nuance especially after the fact forming out of internal strife life as variable constantly projecting onto others asserting comfort before control wants of doubt wanted out encoded fictional constraint taken to the hilt of twilight zone absolutes in ruminations foul and decay of natural forms as in these tales from the dark side ripped out of headlines summer of semantics turned visceral feral force obfuscating rationality for omnipotent surprises of inadequate relevance throughout this outrageous fortune called life responding to our whims, tasting innately the heavy weights but still yielding to natural evocation of baron samedi as ruling loa over the barren auspices which death conceals buried under so much dirty tumultuous uproar over spirits under no personal control only patronage as those who can afford magical tithe give everything of themselves causing immaculate birth yet still depriving others of sanctuary Here killing in the name of something we cannot define as better or worse for us until the salivation of salvation simply becomes degraded and digital offensive thresholds held within us archive of subtle information made data brokered between questionable parties, confessional cosmologic communications defining selfish subjectivity cadaverous as through our cad avarice lies and misadventures showing us mistakes never realized before Now twisting our lives this dysfunctional because we have never known which way to divine our future without finding remedy in imagination away from futile leanings driving our sanity otherwise from where we would rather abscond waivers between truth and soothsaying to assuage the guilt of malicious intent made manifest Here defending ourselves against the demons of the everyday to harness some parcel left from the theoretical drops throughout the ether that coagulates and coalesces into these human beings…

thanks, khet_:/