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stink of the ink

the smell clings even if you can’t detect it right away because it vaporizes as a side effect of the prints made through the furnace of the surface of a heated printer whose readiness to commit to processing the artwork electronically injected into the computer system that upholds for the root of the commitments presented Here to assure that production of massive banners continues for the next few years if there are no problems facing this printing industry, but this timESPace paradigm has had a history with print since before Gutenberg printed the bible with a wine press and made it accessible to the people once the success was affirmed and the written language did not Now need to be scribbled by the cramped hands of monks or aesthetics who lock themselves away in rooms with only an idea of a divine inspiration in their heads to collect all the extensive external information possible for one unique individual on through the eras changing needs to occur at a fundamentally untouchable level, although there are now very few that can see that without making such a biased argument of sorts while sorting out the clues left upon the waking of conflict left that drags us into yet another inevitable set of conclusions setting us up to fall short of an equitable goal though we all seem to fail all together as these cherished vibrations to temper the sense of failure with the sense of success once that threshold is crossed tactfully tickling the toes of a newly indoctrinated minion to whom nothing is assured… the infant rarely strays from the proud lure a swift loyalty produces in the youth programmed early with the romantic ideals of exclusivity as insensitive a choice chosen for us when we cater to others that do not have our best interests at heart yet we fall into line even when there are people cutting through to get straight to the tip of this human ouroboros perhaps to lead the social beast from this pit viper vantage point, the tail seems to disappear into the creature’s mouth though this is merely the two-dimensional perspective forming a flat depiction where once you are upon the ride it clearly becomes a case of holding your own balance while culture shifts and sometimes throws us for the proverbial loop which strips down conventions we attain through this limited sight seen from a thousand senses when it comes to the scale of this cosmic force, but what is this corollary drawn from the source of miracles and manacles all used to captivate and silently begin eliminating those so-called ‘undesirables’ that grow up inside of a society that cares not for them but a choking constraint like that is only the fabrication of propagandist keening and a screaming for an infidel loyal to an opposing cause with which to vilify and exile as though it were truly a natural act exercised to perform a just management of dead spirits and the groups of people who worship these memories through pictures obscene abstracted from the once wholesome idealisms of print…

Thanks, khet.