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traumatic, the next Insemination…

what bugs crawl under the skin as those thoughts that create errors always happening as these accidental scenes casually make mistakes as though you could say to teaching valuable lessons that enact those repercussions throughout history washing some of us out as failures and while others still are desired or to be required to lead the rest of the pack toward their collected destination as true for those that use pheromones to track and trail the others to a home that will be fit for the needs of everyone else in that system, but it is a large gap to fill when there are many vying for the same amount of respect and control even as if when a Mankind believes itself superior to all in the rest of this idiot flesh walking the streets waiting for input to fulfill the programmed nature in these hostile qualities extolling virtue and interest inside of an insight that few knew and still have yet to realize as the ages slide closer to whatever a Now might be construed as, we are the elemental butt of jokes made to our dissatisfaction by stabbing us through the heart as the abdomen strike used to fertilize the female bed bug through the evolved exceptions as a filtration system within that microcosmic turn of change preventing either bacteria fatal wounding and yet inseminating the body cavity in one traumatic stroke to perpetuate a species that has evolved with humans as one of many parasitic dwellers within and without us… the gut flora which makes up sour reactions to many things twisting our insides to knots we feel not see as we confuse this head only in the stomach almost like an animal riding on instinct to relate to the stellar components of a vague mission and the soul-art beings we are splashed across the catastrophic as much the fantastic whose worlds can be as far as an inch apart sometimes when we carry only what is seen through our eyes Here in the Now as the fringe wave flows over us all, building quests that later dissolve into history then multiple single stories overlap and create edges of other tales woven into this fine weave warped by the individual thread as much as the weight of the overall tapestry thick with disparate interests and understandings all calling forth aeons of new waves lapping greedily at the shores of conscious manifestation while bringing out a variety of patterns for creatures adapting the live on the surface as systems subsume systems to be new certainties coming concrete when the integrity of others has waned, but we are in possession of a number of traits and skills acquired over very difficult periods of time back when ancestors were not merely spirit alone mired in the distant past like that series of interconnecting cells consciously traveling currency through to our genetics to this very day sometimes subduing the straight and narrowed lenses we use to cut our behavior and goals into place as reality unfolded naked right before our very eyes inviting the whore within strongly clutching at the bed bugged by the choices that continue to lead into undesirable trauma…

Thanks, khet.