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…Urinforatreat…

…following a shitty pseudo-examination of myself as clerical error upon shameful retreat retreading all the same meat to regurgitate taint amount of the species finer fecal matters remaining last through the feast of sense brought to the dissecting table by name establishing submission of various normative behaviors for less credible ones that believe in absolute lies and atrocious luxuries relieving injuries to the ego that blows down the house of protean wisdom hard won from the ancestor spirits that have left us Here squealing like pigs without meaning letting the wolves on through the doors and windows to the soul, swallowing shallowly the brackish waters that leak from the other side of this menace inducing mayhem and madness as animated matters that inhabit us each in some course while vitally-inspiring humanity with doses of tragedy and woe befalling those reduced past tears of grief trying to find a worthwhile exit to the torment that happens to be those underlying themes throughout this happenstance journey around the wheelhouse of destiny in small amounts of frenzy we can barely bear attempting to cope with because it all may seem pathetic or hapless to try even if we have as much support as we think we need causing us to seek or pursue whatever makes us satisfied not happy if not well-armed for the effort, one cannot piss into a mister coffee and get taster’s choice from it no matter the platitudes taken as attitudes given raw and rude as crude delight expresses in the claims at stake Here where cannibal kings preach flawed wisdom into the ears of anyone who will listen to their sideways chants whose effectiveness lies in the hypnotic strain of the voice using those words against the person who hears them speaking awful gibberish servings of harsh tones inflected with dire infections for the sanity and its stability Here… catapulted into a default factor of that olfactory smell sweeping this industrial nation we continue attending to because it remains the last bastion of ideal freedoms utilized as a form of saleable dope or sedative supply aiding in the attrition and atrophy that such chemical conditioning implies through a series of market researches done to accrue as much information behind the awareness of the general populace it harnesses that energy starts becoming feelings of sadness frustration and hopelessness in overwhelming pockets of localized suffering and pain betraying forward progress for each of us in some way, negative hours casting shadow upon our highest exalted motivations have crammed inside branching bloodlines that overlap slapping the words from our mouths before we say them through tradition embedded as concepts framed in positive perspectives even when damage has been inflicted by indeterminate forces of wicked scrubs summoned out by authoritarian sources projecting onto us whatever they wish collapsing us down to take the upper hand advantage over what we do next because we cannot recover so quickly after being smashed to the ground to play complex games of repugnance exposing dismay, administered by approaching despots taking what they want from those who cannot tend or defend themselves against the fiery onslaught glimpsed Here or the fingers of superficial powers finding what makes us tick in order to command something more from our better natures believed to be weak enough to conquer if for no other reasons than just to further breakdown aspects breaking through the doors of perception to realize independence gets one wet but never allows collaboration between correct and wrong without obnoxious parameters set finding some common place amidst all that remains contradictory still yearning for some kind of resolution…

thanks, khet_:/