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…flustercucked crud-i-Tah…

…the cluster of fucks given is small when it comes to complete strangers because of how much we cherish ourselves throughout the constant harangue of threatening oblivion at our doorstep are made more extreme by those whom placate themselves optional knowledge to be the asshole in many dimensions, killing time while trying to strike out as dangerous enticed by a negative glamour has perhaps granted one the power to not care as compassionately as any of the others not matter how much peer pressure the groups inflict, the freedom of choice to become either douchebag or derelict branched out and away from modern humanity moving toward an attempt at becoming stellar scions of myth and legend upon that narrowed bro-magnon path since the sapiens decided to intermingle the gene mixture between sources trying to isolate traits from one group into the other over ancient lines of generational procession with mob-honored traditions taking their place, but never next to the rest of an excess of this civil disobedience without words breaking from the modes of one family or tribe for another by experiences shared and swapped managing to create so many differing congregations being religious and secular melding into one distinct type of creature that some are under the impression that we should act like apex predators even if we don’t always know our place in the world… are we to say humans as we know us happen to be exempt from the ever-swirling cosmotic struggle that invites change from all directions derived in order to honor intellect hard-won in fights to survive all the trauma that occurs from this while Here, triggered dread of desperation making animals of us all whether indulged by some edifices of power or expressly forbidden from seeking those lessons that are reinforced by others as they must suck so that the seed may pass onto the next testing ground used to indenture servants thus harvested like crops toiling their own soil into growing ideal beings from the ground up perhaps in a vision as compared to insects we fear as we truly know not to what intents this human collective consciousness extends surmising if a hive mind is appropriate as a model of reference, deeds within a haunted crude oil extruded from these beasts that walk the earth without words or worry to contain in amber or some other form of petrified crusty prehistory that shapes our later approaches to changing what has already been set by previous iterations of ourselves condensed for a purpose that has yet to actually be purported as a truth antisocial forces can gather around as early ignorant fools might have circled the campfire created in times when physical darkness might have exceeded any light of intelligence… foolish mortals left to make their way without guidance except for other beings as flawed as oneself who are inaccurate to say the least with their predictions of a utopia dystopian for the chosen few that might remain after getting to outer space, and trying to achieve a set number of reasons to leave any lost vessels in the Out There floating suspended in the vastness that surrounds the hardened bubbles of planetary trend as satellites orbiting courses that can make some in this quest particularly queasy with the speeds at which those terrestrial larval frames going galactose-intolerant anchors all by gravity’s rainbow to the ground where they were born to die most likely, no respect for a stunted stupidity because it hinders us allowing for mistakes to be made even with our massive achievements moving us forward toward intelligence and stellar understanding…

thanks, khet_:/