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…walking through the Stair aisle…

…distillery of souls takes us through carousel rides standing only so high to assume control inasmuch personal responsibility over oneself the speed of life forces us to ride the frightening glassy eyes as animals stare and climb in earnest looking forward blankly but determined to physically fit themselves with fads and trends to fade returning with the events relevant in reemergence sometimes shocking the whole dynamic of perception without mercy because art for the sake of art has many victims along the way which selfish artists will deny saying the only one to suffer is themselves Here locked in struggle, cautionary tales exploited until someone who has the fucks to give to change it while quantum states enmeshed entangled and strangled by an economy of movement through obsolete sources of distinction opposing one another without enough budge room for the jurisdiction applied offended by many sorts of manners making isms and martyrs out of molehills behaviors one might call bad but does not know personally where these things lead prevented from putting themselves upon the front lines defying lies promulgated through series of apprehensions killing our pace with the rest of the world Here caught in the mosh of indiscretions, smoking and drinking to resume the imperiousness of impulse once childhood has been overcome finding some kind of escape amongst ranges of painful distortion venereal disease and bigoted ignorance lined up in some kind of morality morgue where ethical spirits go to hide and eventually fade away hinging upon whether someone remembers the person in particular bringing back the memories from forgotten threads woven throughout this cosmic tapestry compiled to try understanding whatever obstacles resolving Here dangle in the face to lead this animism further fraught with quashing hopes and dreams before reaching the end imposing conflicts counteracting one another… journey defined by our gathered trust in something unrealized until which time we are given to difficult decisions in overwhelming factors revelry in rivalry being without revelation carousing around ideals while disparaging other ideas that might manifest better than whatever we have now currently dissecting our civilized schemes into enough pros and cons to fill stadiums or prisons let alone churches that do nothing for some deeper criminal aspect craving for any new release on life twisted personal expression valve just so to make us dance anxiously as though waiting to use the restroom and yet somehow prevented from relief, forcing propulsion from the pelvic floor where the holy see of hormones sits in our saprosanct sacral chakra nervous in its eventual sacred decay separate systems distort into fecaluria contained within this human frame seeking refuge in the centrifuge spinning on whose orbit what correlates speculated grander scales provoking interest while limited time spent sifting out specific details against the cognizant dissonance created thusly to our dismay disappointment and doubt leading to frustration fighting ourselves without the compassion needed for positive growth within the greater carousal of carnivals coagulating vital social fluidity into the aged scab of experience wrought Here, the guise of constructive behavior has us convinced we all share in the burden even though examples distinctly denote amounts of false truth in that statement taken from optional liberal opinion making decisions for us as long as we remain ignorant Here regarding everyone met as objects to be owned or used to certain extents by varying degrees sainted and salivating nature capable of mirroring the filth housed inside us reflecting back all weaknesses easily exploited that we are unaware of until that changes abruptly within sight of converting energy into action though stunted cunning manifests as shallow violent emptiness…

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