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misanthropologetics

we love to hate and find flaw in ourselves and others whether the admitting to that or not has an acute difficulty to an open and honest appeal while mentioning such things as these around fellow human beings in a relating of one’s own proclivities to friends as these bonding moments of sharing draw us closer to create this as an elemental template temporary once the modes are cast from that original distinctive clarity that has been present and occurs to constrain our continuous struggle to definite terms moving pieces to put a manifestation into being as ripple of repercussions affecting all of this human motion oceanically, waves in which the pull like gravity sucks us down so quickly into that undertow organically dragging us into those churning as multiple minute forces each vie in a collaborative existence for our substance while a number of timings is set loose from life and death as interacts with the timelessness of this universal opportunity to seek and be seen while trying to connect with others whose traits are possibly in great conflict attempting to find resolution in random pieces assuming a relevance puzzling the parts already found in play, but fear fits its’ roles very much so using the power displayed to sway people in such tight circles that the revolutions run into each other sometimes crashing and clashing philosophies together as to make not only new viewpoints manifest but also creating a cacophonous dialogue which seeks out any conclusion that can be satisfactory for all parties even those not thrown for fun or devoted to mindless self-indulgent entertainment where displacement is purely cold and professional… the exchanging of money moaning subtly under the breath as befits these puerile characters we have today become as much to our chagrin as the others pressed together with us squeezing these grapes of wrath into the most of making a bitter whining sound to be decent as cluttered noises centralized around some human speech makes us bored when not interested to begin with as audience whose peanut gallery opinions are an offense to the performer, dangling a carrot of wisdom or a dollar bill like a banner bruised and used in a monotonous yield making many into the one as bears witness to these times that pass us by when we care little for the effects we have on others menacing in such a way that relies upon the mysterious or a sense of the unknown raking us against the coals, but we are not all bad though many are suspect or subject to the whimsical cruelty that takes us all for granted as if it could ever be that easy to explain away our curious aptitude for destroying others as a means to exercising our authority as much to try a hand at exorcising the demons residing at the base of our power where some deeper qualities of self are laid bare by these actions of the human being whose dislodging of this inner child rocks back and forth in contemptuous reference for anyone who chooses to listen while knee-deep in this…

Thanks, khet.