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Crocking the shit…

taking the time and effort to rub salt into the open sore that bares the depth whining in pain to the silent threat of a nerve laid wide and waiting for more sterile agony a feeling embraced by the savages as they live denying that their enemy is at all like themselves fearing then suffer through the justice of justifying oneself honoring few to none because humanity isn’t worth your time, staring free into a blindness lit by the pure potent rays of a pointed enlightenment in ways and at times deceiving oft becoming something more than merely these bloody bodily things all we are born similars differing in our attempts in vain at understanding what this plane we exist within means to us as social liberty and freedom of choice goes seeming hand in hand when receiving and bearing a wait of being humans longevity inevitable the queue that awaits for our chance encounter with a real absent though mindful landlord then perhaps a guru to some enough that survivals might appear to reveal in those closest of calls, but not protected by the safety net working for one whose independent contract is needed as well as necessary to validate this creatures feature deregulated officious standard can be handed down in by a forceful misogynist master scheme almost fully as takedowns are takeover taming whatever corporate leftover mutant horde fight over next brutalizing virtue no doubts as to who the ruler will be by which we shall all measure our prolific journeys across the underbelly of a humanity placed microscopically in the dissecting of traits as all myths when found speculative superstitions unsatisfactory though not necessarily out of harmony with the whole of a strange brew as seen Here subtly buried in the dust there invisibly falling like snow from our skin cells… though debris is not the sole interest or commodity we possessed if at many times this is truly questionable when humanity becomes a monster the generous and gentle turns a furious and frenzied twists to the tale told and retold as a form of urban legend gone lunatic fringe by the changes making simple tellings into traumatic ritual manifesting initial indoctrination networks paralyzing and perverting a truth into myriads of exaggerated shapes of concept summoning a glossed over hidden weapon relying on arts subversion and misinformation to thoroughly antagonize the opponent into a shallow grave, but a naive fool has steadied out at the cliff’s sharp edge holding against the lemming thrust off a potential kinetic drop raining sinister acidic molting as the past carapace in this larval mission is cast forth as though another altogether burned by the furnace fusing the parts once more as magmatic molten slag sliding after recapitulating substance when the heat has withdrawn from liquid to solid again while each mental crucible attempts to witness the blatant offense of a miracle by calling it something chimeric foam from the dreaming neverborn slept inside the mind’s eye theater where in which we maybe has met where the hazmat suit ends once the furnaces engulf a bit more of the territory than most would swallow or chew as these altared states are too big to choke down without easily messy load of mercy from the ones you might call a god, those who never look twice at a person thus known by no one as their self-enclosed circle of whose power often makes the individual sensitive to paranoid thoughts which may or may not be the case depending upon how much one is a believer that others would unjustifyably try to do harm without damaging their own reputation reversing to attack if those urge killers deem one worth gaslight fascisms…

Thanks, khet.