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pheceus or fecetus..?

given to this expectation that treads these threatening stances lightly almost achingly slow to leave as threadbare the trail that spins this yarn out beyond the limits of imagination frail and mocked by those whose only whimsy leaves them tragic figures silhouetted against the ever-darkening sky as dancing shadows shedding macabre skins caked with rust and decay and other decadent matters staining the depths of a soul that we are granted taking for a ride this person in order that attitude changes from a self-important frequency to one of shared vibrational interdependence, the sequences do not allow for errors even though as a flawed biological organism organized as mechanisms in this dense jungle of settings shifting and moving from all previous polarized constraints into this functional holographic exception of a few different natural laws circulating intelligence and fury throughout the material station known as an earth where there is no realm for resonance within romantic dormancies deliberately distorting, but as the string is plucked it picks up the sensory waves shimmering through one loop to the other as forms of energy retreat and hone in on this awkward sense of homing in that we all seem to have derived from a certainty of our familiar surroundings much like the memories we indulge in for nostalgia’s sake taken as a temporary time warp into the frequencies of the past overlaid upon our own current time stream lined with personal extremes soon floating in dream as in utero… sometimes we are chased out of this sleeping incubating status by the nightmare that wields us like a weapon against the phases of cyclical turning that steadily makes us out to be as criminals embedded in the system to be burned out by inane acts attributed to our own stupidity unable to adapt to the facts as they are replaced by fictions that digest a humanity into singularities of purpose and position to be pushed over the big empty once the terms of contract are fulfilled by one party or another as meets the demands of the people trapped in the maze as the bullshit rises up past our knees, as wary of disease as this discomfort that riddles our bones in a sense of the oblivious as much obvious choices as we scarcely have these abilities to endure as fear pelts us with stimulus that drags the viper out of its darkness to strike with imperious rancor dripping with a sanctified venomous ether that poisons all it touches as a vicious virus infecting the massive without a single antidote or cure, but this does not ever mean we will all die away as the ages covet each of our terms as ‘king for a day, fool for a lifetime’ in a scenario that plays out of coherence with the rest of a myopic manifestation in which all the bugs in the system are participating altogether though the collaborative effects are not whatever it might appear to be from the outside as there are many more parts whirling about than one can casually talk about aloud as if this might somehow repair gods…

Thanks, khet.