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…Not Funny, Didn’t Laugh…

…no one stays funny for long enough that tragedy isn’t a running gag without a good punchline somewhere beyond five magical ingredients coming together forms human being from nowhere like in that one miracle they use against us as though anyone could ever be better than any other else in the Out There that resembles Here in so many ways we become ridiculously hypnotized by those fashionable zombies that arrive on the scene to capture our attentions with an eye wink or some other tragically-obscene surprise that takes a piss on your personal sensibilities as it is we still live, as the questionable source of sour opinion optioning out one sickness for another to get down and get up with in this long play that exists only to remedy the immediate dissonance that resides between the ears in restless mental habits once comforting does not deliver as promised these strange days fade hazy with no eyes on playing tricks with emotions like sadness or madness equal breaths saturated same savory weights such that others sample segments from adjacent animals that torment themselves ways just the same techniques faking satisfaction cranking out the shits as though the greatest of products, imagined ever by a human because that is all we get in this life besides wishes that either trip or gift us with exception we can only establish after the repetition fails to cancel us as becomes accepted fact it remains child of the system which invested most in the traits available when necessary to promote growth from harsh conditions outsourcing mentors when the contribute field seems nearly empty of donations to leave our world a better place than it was before the events that follow it perhaps a scarier void we should be glad to have the comforts… we do have within our stacking intuition against self-flagellant distinction causing pain on ourselves for a reason the tools are dirty demon of immediate possession even we take advantage of any chance we get now doing our best to curtail the cravings that carve us into smaller parts to weigh on the scale against our hearts at the drop of a fauc drip or feathers Here we drift with fire sale tossing everything out water torture gasoline of the mouth can make it seem so severe even if you don’t hear the words having no fight for the ride Here, over time it collects into respectful demeanor because the hustles we decide have value acting as addictive travels through the nethersphere we might think of as our worst sides dissected by academics whom then exploit every chance to take on command with parental permission who is not the state awarding custody like a trophy if we have no one on our side sometimes unaware who really gets the benefit from those checks cashed to give kids a chance to survival before the light snuffs out dead in all of us as patterns build to an inevitable conclusion Here killing brain cells slowly, though rushing to circumstances of escape through the masquerade wearily surfing the web hoping not to get stuck in the dread of darkness that hacking and shady deals reside in the depths of places we barely understand enough among the general public to utilize in truly safe ways yet without pertinent doubts attached to this technology ascent beyond scary fear and reluctance playing parts in the overall picture as it changes Here to our peril be it men or machines the source of this hostility going critical and destructive animal unleashed to never be caged again by those creating it…

thanks, khet_:/