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malignantly grim like the social tumors that arise from being these bastards to each other manifesting as we take the physical ailments for granted laying our problems in a doctor’s hands who could possibly aid us from harm maybe or may not be credible source for information diagnosing the known predicament relating to how we overcome such illnesses when it is we who suffers most from these stray types of experimentation unlike the scientific community whose only concerns seem to be profits so unlike a compassionate treatment of the patient wanting only for a cure, malignant rumors grinding within as if the mill keeps us filled up on the yeasty breads and rotten meat of a circus mentality as it spins and loops the noise further into some timESPace conundrum rocking with tumbler-like efficiency to smooth out the rough edges of our collected personalities Here because we look so gorgeous all shiny and nude as examples to be made out of this dastardly indecision vital because it takes much deliberation coming to an accurate range of conclusion that thoughts as questions upend, but as there are so many rapacious servants of faceless gods in the out there as are particles lingering in the particulate universe holding a universal pattern or format-managed appearance of a so-called god authority in the guise of a general law commanding us to serve as well and often to a souled out version of guidelines which we begin to interpret as that General Operating Directive drawing on a space outside space to control potential energies that warp and reprocess our imaginations as facts too devote benign to the malign ant who travels far to strike an impression that will not be so easily forgotten unlike those other lights and colors that have all become so dulled and drab… within the swell of the breast or the wave that catches us with bewildering surprise that perhaps this is no prize at all to take to a home safely as souvenir of a snapshot memory setting the frame of mind for an escapade lamed by shooing glimmer glittering the distress of a mutant existentialist growing fragile stems of a hope in the same way we get high off one another’s dope for the sake of an argument lost between us which can tend to disarm the folks that some would rather be in case of emergency emerging as if nothing could ever stop the delivery, we excel at those often destitute fragments that carry us to that next bend in the road as we know it individually where hope is a worse glory to have treading behind action as the excuses and sorries that have penetrated as lies of course for too long as the trail is much shorter without being this distracted by wily decisions of Man a killer, and the innocent face of a society constantly pupating into something more than merely humans as much great manipulators and interpreters of misery as a pulsating force within the animal’s dynamic presence walking a psychic avenue one from a spectrum of possibilities creating kinetic integrity by formatting potential…

Thanks, khet.