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computational existence tense with the taming screw tightened hard to strip the threads bare to shock the monkey wrenching loose in a system of fellow screws all spilling to the floor with the clanging machinery as ornery as the beasts that meet and feast upon each other after the mating required to proliferate sickly traits amongst the populace at large deciding heavens and hells were the direction we are forced can save us from decay and dismay unrelenting in these animal forms eating a time and space in chunks as crumbs left by those whose disrespect is thick and heavier than sin, a consumer give-in is happening Now while this locked stalk creeps in step with second’s guesses as to why it is occurring this way at all shrewd when best left to our own devices in that subtle static contact with others’ bubbles ready to pop this paradigm into crash override online to abuse us with our best questions trying to stab out any of the senses we may have left after the initial wave of attacks to strike us down with fear as a vulnerability into our hearts opened up by their incisive thrusts, but this ain’t no “smack-my-bitch-up” situation if we were all equal to begin with as though this fear doesn’t have its tingling claws deep inside all of us believe it or not choosing to excuse the attackers as raw animals doing their best to attempt a betterment even when this is only a ruse to make the best of us obtuse to the real proof of an ulterior motive chosen to taint the hope with poisonous lies and offensive actions given not taken in by righteous parties that serve them especially when this party is in full swing… as stinging supplement left by the vipers in this septic pit rife with dark tragedy as the living dramas weigh tense and ominous over our collective heads moving the mighty of whatever forces are always on display for us to see and feel on our skins as the voices ring with clear intentions of sometimes efficient activity to promote this speeding vessel toward inevitable conclusions unfathomable until the destination is reached, that we think we can prescribe in what we believe is best for others as simple but unnecessary to satisfying that cryptic urge to make unhappiness as real and palpable thing too just as potent a truth as it is for you or i to conceive of so easily while these crazy demons crawl the surface of this heathen earth in whose decadent spinning can appear further from whatever it is we merely assume to be truth, but is disguised behind disgusting mockery awareness that the clues are there sorting out in ethers as a primordial chthosis has made for us like ants inside this ant farm of the cosmic godhead as it tries reaching enlightenment through itself as a collection of cells in holographic selves seeking real situations to express those thoughts and emotions that rise to the surface seeking release to set claims to this sequence we have called ‘reality’ for some time that now it would appear that ways out of this appear as false hope…

Thanks, khet.