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…as checkmate culture cancels all origin myth including the government nobody constructive running for eyeballs on the prize Here to make fruitful the supply as demanded defaults feeling defensive being defunct groomed goon to shear off personal inclusion engaging in the self as an emulsion of emotions suspension of disbelief made the gravity of the situation stable requires this serious attention to detail culling herds of sheltered sheeple becoming personal weapons of the system old sorcery cycling back into the continuum as momentum maintains because inertia keeping the stillness intact even though the intent of others is usually breaking silence, thrilling in the hunt for serviceable information out of curiosity creating vacuums of attention trying to pledge with divinity one does not understand distracted by melodramatic happening Here fabric of real time rippling synchronized with the natural circadian rhythm of life as we are convinced it goes nowadays as opposed to way back when with shifting analog mechanisms our efforts hoping for the better unless one becomes stubbornly set approaching thought myopically that fear of finding courage oneself beyond the personal doubts yet another route if able to succeed enough to calm in challenging the individual parameters one confronts themselves, the nuance of new science usually containing no conscience at first nuisance initiates experimentation and manipulation incorporated reversing inert expectations nomenclature of normalization understood applied to try to streamline the mainstream through conformity and deceit thus pulling the fast wool over on one eye while closing minds changing re-calibrations whose frequent correlating vibrations affect everything although witnessing harm getting healed doing damage as well in paradox perhaps to what we are meant to believe Here becoming heavy sensing similar weights of the world upon us pressuring results while stressing limits self-imposed as standard currency of inspiration stigmatized coming in spurts… used to paint the ceiling symbols signs and messages of blood spatter with brain matter thrown collectively at walls Here and there dripping their scars leaving stains which will never erase needing patient constancy instead of constipation recreating this volatile frivolity for the luxury entertainment of those people willing to subscribe parts of their lives they will never get back anchoring memory through graphic scenes once moments have passed subliminal code work shifting puzzle pieces shaped by intellect instinct and intuition to collaborate on one vision to ideally perceive beyond mere dreams released during rapid eye movement shielded by sleep, craving attention cross-sectioned by selfish crucial crucifix lies if not more than extensions of ignorance so sublime ablyss opens inside rendering spirit somehow detached though not separate to further exasperate the horror of living within this upside-down frame of reference unable to be utterly contained because of unknown amounts in radical unbridled attack playing of dead out fear and respect puppet to the emotion collected embodied by extremes as we work and rest ourselves directly into that ignorant grave fleeting times retract and our attention gets drawn into circumspect thoughts speculating about myth and motive building to such suppurating disaster, there is no recovery Here inevitability of flesh to disintegrate and mutate at inconvenient periods of time as we strive through different episodes of our lives only for mortality to finally say you have spent your precious perspective madness permeates doubtless now you are done limited by the actions we take prolonging occupation into pursuing careers becoming compensate equivalency residing on this heathen earth more ancient than us to justify while together we spend time and energy co-rectifying corrections matters of error made by whatever standards remain facile cryptids in skewed authority calling itself greater good though sustaining open wounds…

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