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…When beast columns become gods…

…hypoxithetical at this quality of depth as thalassophobia or thaasophobia because the fearful tension makes us squirm in our seats like old horror movies used to do before we crossed the thresholds of taboo that recklessly changed us from normal to aberrant with those generational aspects mutating into legions of social deviants by and large craving personal largesse among so many minions with varied opinions sublimated to conform in bespoke classifications that appease the systems that contain us conflicting what abandonment we must deal with corresponding in incremental ways with the environmental adversity we have to endure while caught confused, splattering the plasticine as people become frozen plastic once flexibility is compromised en veces criticizing gradual objectivation of distance between pieces as we journey along civilization with its vital spinal contortions obviously distorted Here for those who live within standards met but dismissed charging us with resentments easily mistaken as attitude of the correct response one can only begin to ascertain differences between purpose and posturing enough trying to make sense salvaging relationships that bear the need for re-evaluation where the core of that coming from which radioactive social volatility cause others to become repelled by both actions and ideas, taking shape when they shouldn’t Here disposable though never wanting any reminder lingering to be thoughtfully hyper-fixated upon carcinization in superposition to be excoriated once that potential energy becomes physical material when entering reality maybe at one period where our indivisible volume could see all possibilities then turns into psychic occlusion of the surrounding atmosphere once incarnated thorough fair that we inhabit condensing through totally the dramatic with the spastic convolutions twitching and fleeting just to resume dominance everybody does the lacrimotion pumping flow of blood through our veins rough shod in vanities conflagration we claim spark these life forms… altogether worn out and ready to leave once certain thresholds are crossed Here never to return except as unnoticed spirits unless some figuring fascinations trained to watch out for other than being human creatures walking upright but still shedding those animal traits that leave us feeling socially-constrained ultimately submitted to the systems in place processing our atrophy down while attempting to dissect physical shapes from the conceptual space which holds all the information cosmologically in what may be a heaven though in the most neutral and unbiased sense parallel yet separate from our own projection of timESPace as we observe, social tension taught us to castigate the madness temporarily through masking behavior to camouflage ourselves amidst those whom are terrible people horribly forcing others to submit to fragments from the naked mouth carrying violent hostility to placate themselves and prolong what crooked authority used to protect those actions from consequence profane vulgar and atrocious tact to balance against whose friction emits caustic ignition for further conflict to commence and commiserate Here without proper guidance promoting the process instead of the progress as the sophisticated complexity replaces organic simplicity provided by nature while seeking better authorities in whom believing trust exists, resembling egregious filth bins walking around letting trash fall out of the holes in our faces prevented from really seeing because of excretions secreted within we pass through this life in seeking deeper connection with greater ranges of the cosmogonic ritual attempting to understand things that maybe we should not by narrowing passage result forced to applying pressure constricted the farther from what one considers home though if home is where the heart is it remains inside we then are always carrying home around with us everywhere gone collecting element ephemera in the journey catching memories and noticing larger patterns…

thanks, khet_:/