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…pandigenous Oblivin’…

…there are thoughts that expand and contract even though as the contrarian refuses to sign on the dotted line constant other deals being made with more acquiescent persons than those stuck riding in these worn out danse moves writhing until the shoes fall off and our skins are shucked, corny goofy and silly characters when there is nothing to take seriously enough to establish a bridge over troubled waters as emotions rage and wave across intimate scenes realizing that words can be some of the most difficult things to lift and throw as an anchor in a conversation, trying one’s best to convey meaning and commonality between speaker and audience even when it seems such tasks are admittedly too heavy to easily surmount without there being a sense of friction to impede one’s advance by means from currency of resistance where all the best electric signals harvested are proceeding to contribute without requiring any unnecessary human hands bringing these automated systems online has developed as we have advanced technologically… it does not change the fact that ancient organic hardware still remains part and parcel of our bionic packaging Here as we attempt to upgrade to levels of strength unparalleled before yet fragile for as temporal creatures we succumb to the limited understanding we perceive struggling down our cursed cursive path defining of cosmic signature left behind as we squiggle a way through the mountainous bewilderness that claims us, conceiving nature to grasp or hold us still when the rush and the rage gather too furious a momentum for single individuals to absorb or tolerate for very long because such is the case with the irradiated feelings that fly and project aura forward from our fingertips resonating with energies as though an act of absolution rests somewhere within these bottled charges of lightning, perhaps the laying on of hands to type and contextualize these thoughts ranging from obscenity and extremity to a mediocrity or mundane space that resides inside that dark core between our ears and eyes reflecting whatever dark matter lies outside as well conquering our fears and the darkness that captures our attentions so readily made to make us enslaved to the wizened world weary warriors who made it out alive or so it is said in order that we put ourselves willingly in cages out of dread for what we are capable of doing as torment which we inflict upon others by our mere existence… in places where the horrible things being seems more commonplace than willingness to sacrifice selfish ego for being better as a person while learning to convert negative imperatives resonating softly as ideas into a constructive stability allowed to be built from equal sides of a coin unknown converted as only currency flipped kinetic demanding motion from the droves of workers trying their best to collect a paycheck while in the middle of localized suffering through alternated directions due to unfair ultimatums and standards of practice turning us against ourselves one at a time it would appear, though dissection does not mean that our analysis is accurate because the world does whirl on beyond mere brief the timESPace Here filled by mortals and their collective of absolutes and variables argued over during scholarly mass debating to surmise which of the vast multitude gets to scream validation from the topmost side of the heap before that too collapses upon talking heads now social pundits handing out pamphlets and addresses with merchandise to sway the massive in herds toward personal agenda abuse by fools diverting funds into their cesspools of suck, and spreading seeds seeming untouchable…

thanks, khet_:/