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…awphul waphle…

…peculiar whiff of drifting consciousness particulars Here coalescing into the odyssey of details we have to discern as we journey forth formatting our innocence to survive this hazardous place that tries to eat us alive because there is no natural mercy state it must be learned from any early age and it never stops as both the mind and the body adapt to their environments predated in the darkness by the access to humility via our intense scrutiny of where exactly we come from breaking the personal mystery for ourselves to understand what is making us do these things, that some throw themselves into their offensive actions thoughtless and without retraction when trying to attain the facts of the matter whatever the case of the situation may be Here defining our stray paths as they move away from the main motion we depict as familial trees separate from their humans in praise of nature maintain forestry service meanwhile others in isolated communities as languages we do not speak might grasp gathering legions of relatives from distant regions to add emphasis to the phrasing locked into repetition by highly regarded sources soured upon divorcing themselves from this natural world all around, temporary salve upon an ancient wound kept weeping for its resourceful chemical substance digging deeper until there is need required in assessing the situations that proceed from that point with caution not easily bargained with as though one could plausibly exchange some private sacrifice for access to many other realms folded within depths mirroring this one we live inside perhaps we are ones without a reflection instead of being caught on the opposite swinging between extremes as the looking glass surface not cool leading to possible planes of existence we can only fathom abstractly in reference to metaphor and ideas… testing again repeatedly how shallow the images seem from the surface edge when praying to the Muses instead of preying upon them yielding only rotten fruit and shit along with whatever shinola it rode in on because such abuse is fertilizer for another imagination that can utilize properly and harness the seriousness which unleashes the skills required to succeed harsh reality somehow bared whose crevices are carved away by time and the elemental pressures that erode these things down to their constituent parts to further fix the mechanistic errors prevalent all throughout this strangely social complexity wired all or nothing, it sometimes eradicating whenever no truer purpose evolving beyond its natural tethers to establish cosmic harmony as was ever always one of the many possible outcomes capable Here for all constructive generation of terrestrial cosmonauts yet to be present except for some forces which attempt to constrain the sorts of motion we intrigue others with demonstration of prowess without complication appears smooth and perfect exclude the amounts of practice and experience that attains the desired results such as these syntactical errors made constantly but never the same frequency inconsistent in patterns of human responsibility trailing off vague tangents absurdly settled, Here searching for quiet space because mental confines can jumble the procedure of learned routines to facilitate unexceptional survival through another day grinding away for that paycheck daydreaming freedom while in general agreement with what everyone else says even if yours is not one of the voices that gets counted proceeding the abandoning of all hope in favor of a certain ratio or particular outcome exceeding expectation when mediocre and adequate are the lowest level from which to ascend though falter steps trying to engage with the climb knowing there is an end somewhere ahead justifying caution to be taken…

thanks, khet_:/