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dodecadouchebagadon

on all sides the warrior class of the douchebag nation whose puerile attempts at debasing and trying to realize a master plan which decides to master all of the rest of us like a herd of psychic cattle zodiac spun in suffering and guilty desires keeping us transfixed on an inferior position waiting for their own ides of leading puppet hands to direct us by stringing the rest of civilization along toward oblivion’s gaping doorstep by looping the encircling cycles over our heads like a noose, but no noose is usually good news when we discover we are about to be ensnared by the casual systemic infection as it flows through our veins a little bit of poison at a time as with a heinous intravenous dripping and intrusive and playing debts paid to invading us from inside unique alien ways to be taken and digested through the twisted guts of this hollow system sucking and pulling and feeding from our uniquity (that unique aural energy individual to each of us as gets exploited by the powers-that-be) like energetic siphon not allowing for our movements to change from one transitional phase to any other in this soft moronic machine organically perpendicular from the source of all of our spirits, as distraught that we appear through the glass like a one-way mirror yet cannot be reached in any manner of ease to aid and offer guidance to us as our individual holy guardian angels perhaps as whose avatars we represent down Here with our fluctuating moods and experiences melding together as one homogeneous total that cannot be merely separated strand by strand by these human hands even as the human minds analyze every detail possible to keep things moving and adapting through the struggles of humanity one at a time… as easy as it appears to blame the black or white sides of an argument for a distortion of reality even though we all do this in some regard realizing we are naked without a shroud to hold back the stoic winds of ironic change truly indifferent to challenge as the serious and inane meet and they seem locked apart in duality, though we can easily realize that this is illusory because each of these states in which patterns of constant alternately metamorphosing and colliding with each other form to create all new identities in the rush of chemical and spiritual information systems attempting to adapt to all spaces in a way competing to complete the initial form as all other things fill this space as catalyst to the empty that is expressed in terms of being absolute, but i disagree as many layers fill these gaps we think of as a vast empty filled with infinitesimal struggles trying to define their existences against dispersion by disbelief in molecules and particles as the megafetus patiently sleeps awaiting freedom from a cosmic chrysalis modified by streaming forces flowing from our shared density and the activity fighting in our way out of the box that scheming society attempts to close like coffin lids down upon as each unique individual ascribes to anything other than those standards stemming from our society…

Thanks, khet.