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…weapons as Waffles…

…words are weapons sharper than knives used to make psychic wounds that never heal as the rest of the body would if it were a physical sense of damage inflicted with all sensibility practical can be rendered imaginary mercenary of divide and conquer local social cues to the me and you present Here where minds might meet if it were not for the meat machine seeing these vague complications on the screen or wherever you get your service provided as signals sent through the circuiting streets of a warship called earth though unknown who sits at the helm of this vessel that continues orbit while the people seem slightly oblivious, homogeneous to the general perspective where consciousness precedes or perhaps comes after some idea of a human animal hive mind that exists between layers of ephemeral concepts sought by a few of us to be worshiped no matter how horsewhipped we are because the torture adds to some who view suffering is life Here as rare beasts of burden participating in a spectacular display for the heavens even further above what we now consider as being the clouds in the sky where our deity sits in judgment in a light hover over all of our proceedings signing off to minions taking these optional opinions way too far to be believed at all, too late though because in the modern pattern of the way things are those ideas gathered enough momentum to allow an empty despot to coincide with compassionate myths to establish the multitude of institutions we see surrounding us today awaiting either rain or sunshine to pass one day into the next feasting upon the carcasses of thine enemies only to then drink the blood of your lords to gain powers never imagined as though avatars for higher forces conforming one’s will to that of the source from which on these ideas are based though also biased in regard to the worst sides of humanity boldly shown against type breaking preconceptions… what was previously figured as putting some right in righteous is self-imposed bigotry used to define exception not because of its caustic effect on all it touches as even this has become a frustrating labor to devote anything toward that lessons to be learned of past instances of mayhem that casts a bitter shadow over the now we thought we could believe in somehow tragically betrayed by our own expectations again because such cruelty was used against us as we repeat the cycle of pain yet to our dismay we offend even those we hold dear to us without the same virtue signals as before unlocking supposed kinship between non-intellectual people, absurd somehow is thus destroyed by those hearty food stuffs so sweet and delicious to the taste you could say it is a curse that additives addict us if we are not careful enough to treat ourselves with a sense of compassion as ideally we would treat others in order to create a cohesive community immune, realizing their identity nemesis to the people amid slings and arrows flung by the vicious of us instead of revealing to others just how lacking in compassion creatures are ruling Here among us claiming to truly be the authority who need an enemy to counterpoint their arguments and the selfish secretions exuding some slimy strange from the grey matter feeding scum from the streets with no one else to call who responds as quickly at their feet as if they ever realized what grotesque being they are to walking living concepts sorting out their own survival woes trying to thrive Here…

thanks, khet_:/