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…circumStellar dust…

…circumstantial evidence to defend Here as alternating truths deflect providing submission to these details as proof we deserve to exist as our ancient alien ancestors created myths and gifts before our current mutation ever involved itself in changing for the better though not cognizant of our place on this heathen earth trying to look forward but distracted by the past floating back through our memory collectively broken by the numbers of perspectives in the Out There questioning few things as they vary electrically exciting excess directed outward to combat a dissension among the collected massive gathered Here awaiting some destiny, that may swerve and disappear as quickly as it came apparently materialized in a multitude of disguises as layers we have yet to pick through extensively enough to justify our inquiries poking holes to criticize personally as outside authority to psychological philosophy beyond stars and cosmological analysis to decipher things from the outer reaches of our minds utilizing every tool possible in order to find some divining wand surpassing any and all sciences to advance intuition further especially respectfully as an art even allude to the transfer and recycle of cosmogonic energies sometimes captive to the mind what knows it, circumventing a peculiar process of progress that switches back and forth through the membranes of ether flowing into states of attempted combination cradled in the womb as much status quo of society summoning more cannon fodder from anonymous fathers and mothers denying the role biology thrust upon them that participates or feel the full pressure of relatives and family members to join in the continuous saga that compels us to forego our ego for something we may not perceive as better or bettering the world at large Here at times trapped within our own headspace whose conflicts are never easy, pulled out of the grey matter to try speaking though nothing slips out except for those mental whispers trafficking thoughts nervously vying to attach a strand onto the breath of paralyzed ancestor spirits forced to continue as long as we exist Here separating dream from memory as it precariously strikes us least expecting of what the something becomes with or without our captivated unconventional intervention all while sizing up how to be of help when stranded helpless in some temporarily autonomous suspension of disbelief guiding the circuits taken to find whatever it is looking for us instead us for them, the spread of attention attending to the weak-willed who get lost in the jacked up frequencies that attempt to tame us into place as conventional society would have us believe denying whether it makes sense or not just obey the orders one has been given Here without question unless you can somehow add to the overall argument taking advantage of as many benefits as possible while still possible under the of course awful bureaucracy whose taints yield systems maintained as structures worshiped as the currency some trade and others resist despite this place digesting all parts therein contained by nature, constellations shifting gears and cogs of timESPace triggering acceptance of ego rising up from the darkest depths to try ruling over foul grotesque broken things Here on the surface where continuous survival tricks us into never blinking or then to miss the constant stream of vital details fluctuating and spectacular all at once even when the chrome shine wears off eventually a former glimmer in the eye of the beholder akin to the witness who appealing for others to see as they do having isolated guessing games from the hatching of ulterior plans colluded and colliding together initiating further explorations…

thanks, khet_:/