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…it was a Straggot mistake…

…don’t look at me that way because it was an honest mistake taken literally in biblical proportions Here thoughtless consuming assuming degrees of separation though there is none to speak of without incremental damage and trauma collateral for our actions as a whole and individually when we sink so low as to hurt another on purpose acknowledging that brutal intent to wound in variable severity either within states of critical upset or calmly calculating the situations before engaging where conflict creating tensions or at least amplifies them toward unbearable levels awake and actively offending utilizing infectious social politics getting results, Here the maggots burrow into dead flesh or whatever done died that needs elimination through natural means ending in healing factors being conducive to lab-grown environments and medical treatments bearing out for patients with enough patience to wait through the process while holding back disgust one may initially have letting bugs infest the necrotic tissues under a doctor’s supervision because to do it for oneself using any common everyday variety for debridement therapy might lead to worst cases becoming real depending upon what species of those larvae are used for this particularly personal self-help activity perhaps spawning flies, straight from the wound thus described hopefully having not grown over so as not commit oneself to anticipation of pain infection or worse nightmares succeeding in breeding fear and dread accompanied by physical symptoms like fevers and pus oozing out slowly and thick without higher water content aiding to release the weeping fluids though sometimes relentless attention will keep it from healing properly or at all when scabs are scratch marks made deeper until bleeding hopefully taking away toxins and other infectious catalysts before cleaning with sterile supplies on hand though even this does not guarantee no further problems with this area… folk meta sins complicating a profession that archives and prescribes poisons that treat symptoms aligning with the same cosmic syphilis that creeps across the universe beyond instinct into the strange quirk in obligation as gravity ceasing to hold onto anything or anyone as we continue through this expanse reflected in our heathen earth wear in fashions old as ways reinterpretation made manifest in points contrary to progress though self-referential fractal nonetheless sarcastically holding the chain of command in place Here pushing through randomized patterns of vocal fry shattering a trance-like frame of mind always referring toward whatever others as examples, tracked through the fog and haze of a dazed lazy brain taut and attentive yet aware of the feckless attempts at sanctifying the oblivion with an idealized personal version of purity creating clarity while wandering oblivious and naive into the darkness stalling to notice those flies on the walls gathering as the shit in gradual periods accumulates ominously advancing upward from wall to ceiling as suffocating climb to topple onto others as they search for treasured affects of the will as mana from heaven zestfully-horded by zealots raging against their mechanism for gods called gods straying and betraying from belief, tragically casually taught any combination of variable lessons as experience dictates to us through every overlapping medium there can be in the Out There as both good stress and bad stress are the necessary pressures alternating the balance humans fool themselves into thinking they can if given enough time money and effort fully harness many of the cosmic mysteries of timESPace while referring to their lone lurking selves in the royal we meaning everyone as though they were destined leaders riding the royal leadership rocket upon the same shitty upward jolt from as previously mentioned cannon fodder pulp fiction fantasies…

thanks, khet_:/