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noshing on posh delights luxury cannot afford because they do not appear at this level trying to fit in a bit as the blessed creatures in this heathen pit of extreme measures so much lopped off as taken to heart by a severed reflex offered no supplement to calm the nerves as it twitches and stings in the pulse that flows all throughout a happening such as this where anxiety lurks awaiting the jerks of society bawling and whining that they want to get off this ride, but that is just not feasible until one has expired due to the negligence of the empire in providing results and statistics too sick to mention Here where i have my slight well of safeties in the world that money-swathed elite take for granted as though destined for a sheltered life of worldly academics while rape and murder still go on like nothing were ever going to change or replace the liquid lunch for the naked one as we must keep our energy up within this big negative sphincter pushing us through a little more each time we get caught plucked from the garden at an early age when life is all positive as neutral, then when we hit self-awareness and puberty and become temporarily insane at the shallow ideas that used to be so fundamental to growing up whether with or without parents caring or not it is these bonds we share even when weak and powerless knowing few remedies without fail highly and rightly so recommended that we become this vulnerable or perhaps transparent kind like some of the parents out there that leave us be when there are so few who will guide you with loving kindness needs instead of diseases or strange sounds from the darkness which happens to be that ego core asserting as though in charge of this voyaging class vessel we are… the scene is overwhelmed by the seen and unseen alike when some shadows decide to walk into the light revealing the true beasts that had roamed all along when flesh was dream unable to retain so many genetic lessons made different for each one of us as we recapitulate our evolutionary soul in the womb state crawling out of that whole in the walls the lining of which is thinned by a constitution durably thrusting outward into the dark age of modern day, too many days go by as a zombie wandering a rotting paradise for sale cheapened ever further by the chattel barrens as the schemata fades to avoid the pain and suffering that as memories do not require one to transform into states of being as martyrs know only self-denial while the maggots writhe en masse waiting to be another fly on the wall stirring noise friction with jarring aplomb, and as horrifying witness up-close yet another lost one appealing to whatever god resides on these sides of the bewilderness as an X marking spots where our eyes should be if they had to describe what sight of an actual visage of some real god wandering around in this darkness like we would be if having to always play servant pandering to the fickle people rows lining the streets and panicking from the rarest anger…

Thanks, khet.