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…incoherent suspects within Vexual innocence…

…when rednecks spawn with beatniks we get verbal cunts like beatneck romantics we are the frustration without representation sexual vexation Here manifestations of the infestation of all men plundering the world and its resources disquieting most comfortable natural systems in play appropriated for the amusement of others far removed from our sensibilities roving for answers to unspoken questions trapped held back for the esteem of unfounded approval unbounded assumptions consuming left to shadow dance across faces after the fact sorting through pieces obscured by these fascinating machines attempting to recreate aspects of nature fabricating biological commons within replication and mimicry, all of us distracted something fierce piercing through the heart of the matter the elephantine presence in the room still left alone lingering spirits long after the politicians like poachers have gerrymandered their fill as culture vultures banking off the misfortunes of the others remaining to scrape and fight for our decomposing carcasses bleaching in the sunshine with heavy heat pressure collapsing everything yet still alive as we enter novel ages where death is the new alive once debt has rendered all points of view moot in civilized sized society indelibly corrupt at some of the highest levels thought unreachable, modern humanity by being forced through their despair to displace whatever interest value or love for the supposed desires of the whole no glory to those of us domesticated to maintain individualism and status quo though woe be to the ones whom choose not to participate as they will be treated as they always have been as unwilling pariahs and exiles until time comes opinions previously shunned become accepted by more than lone wolves faring for themselves in the broader bewildernesses commanded by variable brands putting their symbols all over as invested in us being productive members of our community… lunacy across all spectrums as nothing ever seems steady or reliable not people not objects not places as those things only inhabit time and space for awhile never forever on their own trajectories projected through the cosmos questioning everything because there are tendencies to seismically shift from stability to psychosis trying to siphon without much sinister repercussion some decent future from this planet or that could summon what good and awful gods forbid to incarnate Here upon heathen earth once again katabasis cataract fashioning toward qualities of rampant condemnation fired in up and off god bullets as harm capsules, taken not shaken or stirred for granted suffering circuitry of tormented citizens evacuating hope for certainty even as we are told otherwise is the truest foundation to harmonious humanity though slowly compressed and compacted until concentrated it is become lucid like dreaming into being livid fluid amniotic consciousness whose final destination remains unknown when shamanic panic strikes forcing us to choose scholars versus priests drawing conclusion to leap onto rafting rifts through rapids of beleaguered holy see witnessing sights unspoken indescribable what is this for that miasma babbling broken unspeakable signs and signals our minds the only living things touching it, desperate long pigs assuming taut intellectual property over projects homogenizing the variety of character through fascist temerity as distinguishes deciphering naturally puzzling referential joints to foster better outcomes and the craven ulterior motives utilized to manipulate people into complying with utter domination without compromise no matter at what cost both arrows point to difficult situations being neither good or bad even as compassionate appeals to well-defined necessity cannot fill that overwhelming void cut out of this primordial soup turned into human civilization each one learning that stuck inside the mind stuck inside these swine all the fucking time until icebreaker…

thanks, khet_:/