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…you’re a Vailure…

…to prevail might not be as synonymous with the conquering spirit by all stereotypes describing perhaps a chain of command not as potent protecting us once used to be an honorable united front of martial skills and talents reckoning what history has happened recalling the worst for archived lesson others of further generations can learn from even though sometimes Here anyone being strongest are not always in favor of mental brightness doing the leading through the mists utilizing as many animal senses as possible to train self-discipline into reflex memory that prohibits one from acts of foolishness, there is no way to justify those actions to devote one life maybe yours to entertaining others never holds up as much water when we attempt turning advantage towards ourselves doing so oftentimes without a thought to anyone else being rather selfish convincing one of their higher powers with infrequent ego massages Here instead as contrast to almost any other human on earth in waiting as younger faster and stronger versions of what we all used to be taking your place once we get there from Here barely a stable point in the universe that will not relent, as there are none of the other options left as it might have been so we seem to accept the infestation as part of life shedding its skin for a better future we can never see until getting Here because until then the cacophony as wavelengths of chaos as much as bandwidths of possibility that whatever the present we may not be prepared to take on as yet are collapsing into the multiple forms which of course what good is exploiting logic and magical realism applied to make an elemental bundle of joy twisted to cause death without the absurd… fetishization of greed and destruction would only be complete at the expense of using others to bulwark oneself against the changing tides like tears in the eyes taken possibly one of two ways as falling stream of internal fluids epitomizing the sorrow held deep within the soul occasionally leaking out to reveal emotions that may be kept blindness inside to any abusive behavior exchanging meaning for feeling when crossing misconstrued ideals with words and deceived by moods one may not have control over though this may lie dormant until some manipulating stress provokes bad attitudes out into the open, atrocities with enough humans prevailing through one can never know but imagine how traumas must feel considering the depth of personal truth that each of us describes with our personal chapters or tales as collected works inherent in some way to seeking constructive proof that maybe we actually deserve to exist Here where we were born into this realm without knowing what manner of broken things waits ahead of us in the journey cycling past the eventual to get gritty with the details whether truth or friction causing counterpoint with fictitious capacity to allow cognizant dissonance in our minds, we try to solve by tying up loose end types of resolution in matters we may not feel the ability to balance more than humanly-plausible Here lacking certain guidance because we all have to work for the money in some form or another try and mine the crafts at our disposal to draft into potential for constructive behavior while able to piece together any kinds of peace or harmony that only requires us to retain an open sense of set and setting which doesn’t actively complicate the forward momentum compelling one upon prevailing winds of time to sail along linear hands as they orbit a dead face…

thanks, khet_:/