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…the sound isn’t silent to choose a crooked crucifixion or desire to be slain in the debauched epitome that is Here reoccurring themes time and again for those to utilize in vain creating a revolution of exclusionary cliques to promote their grand ideals layered with innuendo can distort exceptional things into flesh that gets destroyed and renewed with each generation to recreate itself through whatever means more advanced than last we saw what an ancestor spirit meant to an undeveloped world at large without so many devious demands upon our children whose abusers stumble and fumble to take serious responsibility, leaving choked out growth where once it was innocent and vibrant now damaged beyond repair because there is no way to resume from the lost tangents of our personal past passed right through us after a certain range of age is reached to develop the traits we may think of as adulthood even though most don’t know what it means to be an adult and not adulterated by those stagnant traditions that have needed to die out long ago but feed the ego of more than a few hunter-killers who think they are mature adults because of traumas or being a parent, the rough breathing creatures Here perhaps the most difficult of duties to take on without prior experience because no one enjoys being wrong all the time but maturity requires one to live with their mistakes without overreacting to the pressures to perform as oneself amidst that stacked oddity against you slaking a subliminal thirst or craving the substantial somehow stolid upholding the stereotypical bigotry to contain and consistently undermine those qualities of standing up for oneself being alone feeling into the mass panicking of multitudes as whatever signal controlling animal minds by the emotional quanta that transmits energy… outward as much inward towards a dichotomy of universes gathered effectively though certainly not efficiently as the messier aspects seem to naturally be more open to the novel ideas that pass through our quadrant of the cosmos on a display too massive to consider merely a wonder of the world especially the smaller and further out our satellites appear to reflect upon the larger vaster expanse that exists beyond us critically unable to harbor much life in the void without proper support showing regards and compassion for the journey had by lone individuals who detail the yield of greater synchronicity, as the rough breathing suggests a challenge defeated by those forced to give up one at a time as that drowning choking entity in seize of suffering not knowing what to do next by having to face my fears in the ways musical harmonious with how one doing might perceive those credentials to become truly human instead of some contradictory asshole whose only delight seems to be what keeps disappointing others as though a pushing motion of the mind’s eye by threatening turmoil in seeking answers of darkness that may lay too far outside the range of shining, out from of our personal lighthouse whose illumination guides these vessels back to wherever home happens to be for beings of light no matter how muted by the filth of humanity snuffing out or we kill the flames altogether as appearing by interpretation alone to be the sole imperative reaction of an insecure god whose celestial garden has been invaded by all-too-human pests who use doctrines of love as weapons of war in order to remain unchallenged by those they sedate or produce in pursuit of any haphazard harvesting of happiness occurring for ignorantly assertive people callously attempting to possess everything Out There…

thanks, khet_:/