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…fisting the Vista…

…elated that delayed escapade equated with finality as finished or is it not something worth maintaining subtle visions atrophied by sustained surrender depicting a fomented offensive in myth as in legends appearing on the maps through the mystery of cartography and apologies as landmass being conquered and divided between newly-made countries with readymade dictators appearing to call the shots as decoy drawing former friendly fire once the revolting starts magnetically linking personalities to each other as consequence of direct contact breaking the veil of superficially consensual relationships or as toxic friends falling out with one another still others playing games, throwing a wrench into the wretched series of complicit gears and cogs shimmying complex systems set in motion by things we could only imagine of at this point now in that timESPace though always capable of layered communications between subtle implicit and explicit functions all vital to the overall patterns emitted through those bandwidths and wavelengths as they apply to any given situation on that case-by-case basis whose details overlap many diverse factors discriminant urgency engendering harm to others as rippling repercussions caustic to any prosaic adjacent to the cosmic logic mosaic musically articulating why and how now, to be impinged upon haphazardly by elementary criminal foundations whom yield to threatening specific hurt and suffering back that passes turgid foresight over for empty lip service paying a debt in words coinciding with atomic anatomy inevitably being discovered as we crave deeper layers exposed to our edged curiosity ourselves obstacles to the progress of what we consider living star energy in celebrities who really do not deserve the attention because they are of no service to humanity except to evolve beyond their immature egos giving way to televised ghosts in our system devoted to reinforcing generally cruel stupidity bordering sadism… by incidental biting admission of guilt at attempting wasted time and money as sacrificed wiles profoundly mistaken as tonic to what might ail you if the truth were to fail you though keep you from impaling yourself through problematic implications to institutionalize like all the big boys in the yard who wear their psychopathy on their sleeves this being a warning that there is not necessarily a reflex action for compassionate display unless bargaining for something as ulterior motive Here amusing to interlopers scarred elements detached yet observing through the views provided in this old bureaucracy crass to those degrees affecting progress, rarely can intelligent diligence lamenting the old fashioned in its antiquated ways get our civilization anywhere other than nostalgia stalling out over idealized remnants displaced remains from fabrication in factories to final resting once minus requisite working parts selected for completing the circuit Here underestimated when considered absolutely obsolete with no exceptions for rape or incest outdated and misogynistic artillery of hatred generally directed at women for no good reason because there can be no blanket statement truth without even slight respects for situations as they occur Here too few hands to juggle too many balls in the err, people running scared through the streets before being desensitized by repetition until reaching routines like a mechanism instead of an organism organized to be fed through the machine again the displaced marching on orders to queue up in waiting for their turn to die submitted to obstacles and irregular experience drawing from menace unleashed abusing indiscreet channels of soft influence affecting millions of this massive mutating as time wears on upon all of us unduly pressurized tension hosing to soak down with jellied gasoline as terms of service told to obey not to question this collected burden we all carry…

thanks, khet_:/