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…renaissance of resistance, Renaissistance…

…movements not deliberate enough become a stupidity of legend and lessons yet to be learned by some whose unity cannot grant harmonious synchronicity to the rest of this display held precariously positioned obstinate as millennial fulcrum trying to gather about all the trails of crumbs coveted with slight evidence there where pressure and resistance equal power for those mad enough to crave electric charge out of ignorant skins made tradition, most of this substantial universe owing its debt for this way due to creating so many casual paths leading toward disruptive if not destructive behavior outright aligned of who our saviors with some predictability have tended to be tending to us in the same manners though maybe with less of an assignment of blame on others for the mistakes made, but in finding actual solutions through the damaged parts smoldering debris that now lie strewn all over the earth in mechanical chrome shining because found within all that damage defined by a floating fracture of raw ideals brought to the surface archived as successes, such detritus determines how much of an overt cesspool might remain to hassle and oppress and suckle those thoughtful and thought-less alike to aggressively caress from that erosion to erasure for sheer corruption by guttural hostility that eruption saved sometimes via their normal blood-letting formlessness cocks abandoned abyssal bastards out amidst the Macaque/Rhesus debacle over ancestry… shapeless voids if you ask me a direct question such as what are our thoughts made from, life energy or some other unknowable label to symbolize definitive traits and attributes under the microscope to counter and contradict what the macroscopic cannot fathom, without some kind of CB ham radio handle-type name that truckers might use to struggle all discreet and dirty in back alleys and on naked congested strips where action falls where it may at the sharp flick of a wrist or a blade in the dense serious gamble to weigh the roll on two cube-sized chunks onto a green felt paraphernalia of high stakes wagers while the tiniest and thus most easily-maneuverable of us are better hiding that which allows us the manifest role to a paradise, but that sordid metaphor of gambling everything away only details a value derived from active trickery in zones where we are temporarily autonomous whose reality where nothing is allowed but everything permitted is the materialistic non-maternal extreme of a galactose-intolerant psyche trying to conquer the universe made apparent through natural plateaus of dark engineering where these goats and sheep get blown away by the rest of a crew while the ship’s captain bangs the gang with full phallic distortion assailed and engorged too large to care about the workers employed Here tasked with everything no one wants to do yet have enough clout to evade the situation altogether… we’re all games in the death arcade, debts accumulating quickly whilst caught mass debating to point of debilitating rhyme and reason over the surge forward to condemn and conquer with localized attacks on character and misconceptions circulated around speaking within symbols allowed by some kind of murder mouth manipulating through words of doubt triggering opposition in the minds, this antagonism makes an electric renaissance to create things as tensions raise and writhe among society’s variety of opinion and seething criticism welded at the hip to tragically hop on any bandwagon as trojan horse myth to convert subterfuge used to pervert control and deny our trains of thought off their respective tracks in communication especially laid as trap for unwary persons to fall for into or upon without hesitation as absolute loyalty demanded of us…

thanks, khet_:/