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in a Syphilization mysterious…

synthesis of memories as homogenerous (amassed void of an essential cryptic abundance) stash of vital elements made housed with the worst of us all like some diamonds in the rough trade of mistakes taken to lightly go away to bathe in those mists of etheric bliss that try making no senses of the senseless deaths and mutated measuring of a breath those bearing the brunt of the burdensome have taken last before plunging ahead first onward underneath the surface calm waters attempting to be on the ways to discover this agency of movement contradicting lies in their own tongue a lair of ensnarement incorporated by the corporate state corporeal and abhorrent while still a creative cunning by consumption mentally grazing on that brutal pause furious with delay constant as though this were part of the sum a necessary track leaping through hoops melted by the fires started wild and restless burning into gutters thick with incredulous filth and squalor squatting fat facts a truth let loose through the eye of the noose, and the demons as humans to a mythic proportion as godhood attained by ones of those handful few whose feud fuels the fight for state impression to rain concessions upon those who pray to the gods they are choosing to represent as avatar or a chosen form of destroyer utilized by the other forces having now become as their own past visages immune to rumored attack used as knowledge weapons of all prior expertise patterns placed as such to compute and calculate certain variants that will occur according to a spectrum of reasonable to random points of connection until many themes and factors relate across the differing shapes and dynamics produced creating unique hybrid of fact and fictional card pulp as placed in much the way polycultures of plants can be just as complex though intriguing at the same time as all life then coexisting in the similar environment as the threats themselves backyard bombs and treasonous treacle poison a step away from blowing smoke up your ass, though a flavor for the espionage it takes to hammer home the mistaken of identities to the patriotic terror hidden by the handjobs abused nationwide suckling upon the indefinite essence of youth taken the wrong way as those prescribed doses down all the shitty days and nights that remake the human glue as it presses us all together deflowered by the disasters squeezing seriousness from our faces through the callused mask showing the upset at these kinds of failures causing fates to realign perchance through dreams we are whole… incorporation of worlds thriving human-occupied landfills cutting teeth on goods lavishly rendered to occupy timing that is essential to see from the heights only as a tower can view the thrust of oblivion from gestures a happening away from the rest of the visible world where all needed creatures apply for roles in the septic system handed out by the electic devils and realtime devices thus manually fashioned from raw materials drawn from the calibrations only a natural atmosphere proliferates beyond a threshold of harsh and cruel winds eroding the slow pressures build to relentless effort breaking speeds recorded by hand, in a histrionic historical fundament as firmament resolving the sadistically dissolved frontal lobes and pineal gland pumps in our third eye blinded by wealth and imprinting a massive hard-on for machines that suck and rape the earth of resources well on their way to sour waste-ward to the source of the natural dispute that arises between Mankind and respecting the reality of nature’s idea of Now as the foolproof directive pushing through us Here, but we cater to foolish thoughts and rabid rhetoric that sends us into zones of capitalist opportunism without the real freedom of choice unveiled with no reactionary hatred or sickened civilized excuses as privileged fits spastically exposed to the public whose interests vary with the plutocracy…

Thanks, khet.