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…offset, raging into soliVagant, savagely…

…solely wandering standards wavering as greyhounds of the future in losing races trying to find the appropriate words their fluidity denotes there are none solitary instances of appropriation containment damage control throughout different distinct passages of time Here volunteered by proxy living realms and parallel dimensions where we inhabit different courtesies as infinite cosmic courtesans made real for the briefest of instants attempting objectivity relative to ego-reasoning emissaries amid cosmological ecology from within accenting the essential elements each in our own unique ways staying our hand against stagnation while it runs rampant throughout the social structures and institutions established before, we arrived Here with little to no understanding as adaptation to the wicked systems that harness us as though pets to be kept on short leashes in order to dominate this damnesia playing with our senses and sensibilities unquestionably though no ready answers or forthcoming solutions that don’t imply violence on some level pushing us to disgust ourselves given long enough timeline plausible all possibilities in the dots connecting each other through urgent agents taking turns meeting and repeating the cycles of conveying information between organic conjurers housed in these walking living corpses plugged into the tapestry of life perilous, appears to unfold manifesting distinguishing traits used to hack the planet panic in the streets as much discos those suffering succotash as series of tv casualty emulating reality roaming wild stifled by layers of metaphor and innuendo putting pressure upon us all to prove our individual value to society through any means necessities can be achieved Here even if that requires undermining authority few have the spinal column enough to follow through with if those kinds of it gets them in trouble refusing to protest or stand out afraid it will lead to violent confrontation perhaps beating in to initiate… bleeding hearts out trying forcefully with clubs ready to submit others to the devils gauntlet without ever assuming you would fall prey as well to these deviant social mechanics that seem to exist on the periphery when attempting to focus on the details viewed complex warning of complication hustles us all shuffling through the threshold of now at only its realest edges marking territory with oppression and demands that command legions if they can be supplied Here to apply themselves their only commodity in this calculated market conjured open to all businesses satiating that which cannot be bound without force, power desired beyond comprehension suspended disbelief prevailing against oppositional whims antagonism freely distributed disturbingly quick infesting the invested interests with sickness authoritative and dominating as much domesticating of all creatures Here tensions and pressures permit everything generating conflict while predicting outcomes often playing games without reconciling action breaking habits twisting sentimental features bleaker as patience wears thin becoming spectral layer shrouding the senses from real coping mechanisms working for personal intentions alone as though tapping into that natural chaos shapeshifting mystique inside all of us wanderers freely thinking about everything that crosses our paths conduits to next days and after, blanket chatter idling before irrevocably spent in ways that cash in or buy out individual integrity for conforming to the larger social picture as it is presented to us though the greater synchronicity which we interpret as gods speak to us through symbols that dance across the pages sage wisdoms intact forever prints of darkness as long as there are readers to see such ideas flit about glancing between livid perspectives seeking our attentions Here because it can change us from victor to victim upon tricking us into thinking of ourselves as autonomous searching for knowledge while pursuing our happiness…

thanks, khet_:/