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can’t stand you but unreconciled hatred runs thin through these bloody sacks to be gimmicked and cornered to cliche for grammar from glamorous messes made out of molehill as mild and trivial trials and tributaries breaking from the rest of this strange river before it flips humans down in the damning well without compassion learned to both find and retain the character of these lessons as the dogmatic rulers harangue a humanity into place these centuries too long of variables as centurions from differing respective perspective strains standing guard against by routine the spreading trace of any assumed diseased ways of thinking that appears to register as all-too righteous enough not to need any corrections from the rest of humanity through time tamed by dark hands that force a strict regiment any sequence eating away analogous to what acid inside of the brainpans heated by an outrageous decision that might has many times boiled over with cauztic sludgery the vocal of that gods’ vomit Here on earth where this formal temporal creature we inhabit as separate and comprise for what the ego forcing as judgmental self in the composition of only mistakes and failures when questioning on validity in the psyche’s perceptions working against whatever scheme seem indeed to be true for the lone person fearing that future from an outlook futile dyspeptic and static excretion the expressed where no panda treads, laced biting too tightly nightly where it cuts off the circulation from bell rung bottomed as considered maybe the lowliest of lows hiding probing and opposed to us riding for free by us as a mind police patrolling severing community from a communicating effectively to the rest of entite body politic fists that easily switch to mob mentality motion under the worst of circumstances from which horror has translated terrified truths sung from the dirge in sorrows long forgotten word but webbed into the darknesses recessed into those deeper parts impossible to clearly cut away without the mistakes expertise luck and sense of humor used take oneself with a grain of salt left lightly peppered over the assaulting these other senses we can’t grasp yet because of allowing ourselves to divide along hostile boundaries in a fashion of fascism protruding to torment any potentials drawn out from while trying to control as much of the sequence of a random direction as a possible retreat from that probing chaos worming in to push our buttons to neurotic levels, and triggering explosions which viciously poison whatever a society’s internal function corrupted becomes oblivious infernal furnace digesting where hell has become real to a few of those held snared by fear fiercely caught up in surged frantic frenzies of fanatics addicted to celebrate the skins of celebrity warships cruising low through the churches worshipping many similar myths as we choose and so use them as much to start the wars as that of troubled crew attacking confused at healing within this foggy vain thought process congested and contained in a chamber well depressed in deed as by a nihilistic self seen in whisper form behind the mirrors seen as reflecting core absolutes until that loss of youth in efforts as sentient and vital use to defend one’s mannerisms opinions come unfavorable backlashes sent to stun this general you to which i have referred into submission… that crisp crack reduction of thoughtless action into statements of weakness implies in subtle variants of change to your face instead of defying their words raised against us as odds stacked in any kind of tipsy thoughtful sequence similar to a domino toward a sense or rationality of the effect one has out in amongst the others reflecting experiences as entities supposed or truly real history empirically callused and dated as that fact of art baited that it is or can be considered easily subjective data as a routine packet of information to be opened and snorted from righteous sources as perported to repeat the same experimental movements at proper rates as defined by skills and talents an alchemy obviously grown into culinary arsenal the repertoire swift as cheflike in a certainty tested and effective to the line drawn slight describing in various ways right what no return points of our lives appear as twisting together, though in all vary yet stay similar small ways perhaps befitting as clarity in this voyaging vessel succumbs to breakdown as nervous professionals may be calling into question ‘what it is to age’ so we sold the quickest options as contested context of guinea pig used to attain results from social madness that resides everywhere people as conscious continuum do, but we are truly lost if we do not take the time to find ourselves as what else can this shitty soil as foundation from which to raise the annual harvest of human energy as required by those feeding upon our information though not in person until those sorted down traits become rancid…

Thanks, khet.