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…a Disservice to society…

…the unreadable portions of our lives becomes damaged somewhat by the visions we allow to be buried into our flesh never to see the light of day though maybe the shining of perhaps something more brilliant than merely some amount of lighting either artificially or naturally produced with sight and the other senses in tandem Here just under the surface features of this creature whose attempt to find more beyond the nothing that appears to dominate conversations converting prospective buyers into full-on consumers of golden emboldened ideas used to shape and reflect all of that drifting elementary knowledge sitting just outside of our reach as yet, the social servile units are are out completing their tasks with fundamental knuckles dragging against the velocity of progress hoping for train wreck of such vast proportions that nothing survives as it always does when the depraved become deprived of a vital essence as with all of us Here requiring energy to fuel our own tasks a little at a time while the engine inside our heads keeps compiling together the facts as a subjective individual will know them almost by rote because these are the patterns that work best in favor of getting trouble shot when there are no other deserving victims to be had, wicked strings of theory hold unusual magnetism by the hands of something we can conceive of being like ourselves wished for when it all grinds to a halt through altercations of expectation definitively naive and ignorant in equal leisure as we unintentionally absorb imprints projected onto us brackish sponges soaked in dirty moods and the glossy wetness of glamor to distract us away from actual issues as they stain our real time Here wondering where the jungle stops and civilization can begin even though being distinctly left with as few pieces as possible to dissuade anyone from wanting to collaborate and understand what is going on… born alone die alone though in-between please search for meaning and reasons that others may want to achieve some value amongst the valves in place to ventilate the biological concrete machine at various intervals to release the pressures that can build into visions destructive enough to curse the very ground we walk upon casually curious what this world is about and the many systems within it, treading the thread unwoven until we step upon its lengths bending waves and collapsing function into those things known by instinct as reflex memory cumulative effect gone laxative in order to release vital data enlisting people to compile by admission of a guilt like any of us are culpable to allowing to be true or become truth via a collusion of belief turned into spiritual if not contextual concrete or quicksand holding us in no matter how much we fought the laws turned against us, we still strive to release ourselves from the cosmic undertow which permits us to drown in the drifting raise of pressures assured in their destructive behaviors which a person must struggle with any of us as any other obscure or obsolete trend consequence decreed to omit by the higher power vivid selected that be causing ripples that may rock-harden our nipples to which we may try to cut glass to break the monotony of timbre that sounds annoying to the viewer observing intrusive attitudes which drive us further to conclude that we may mean nothing but fodder to the larger whole as consecrated mass debate fearing us gone astray if not too askew to witness properly what distinct distractions a private instigator impacts an imprint of process upon us most as massive weapon taken dos by dose…

thanks, khet_:/