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…sacrificial october Horse…

…dull drums that subtly roar beyond sweeping doldrums of depression more beneath the beating that occurs bloodied but still standing up establishing a rhythm that few can easily dismiss as beings caught as collateral in a mission from god whose little status is removed of value superficial and implied by only those wishing to assume proof instead of verifying disparate information that have existed in parallel with each other for more than we dare to question because we have no relevant start to this world and all the systems within it save for our own beginnings Here entrapped by our own debasements advising in the art of factual creation post-mythic conditions, as we again might assume because of various thresholds to which we decide to label as science that to some interprets as contrast to that which we deem nature even though nature has its own forms of nanotechnology not as technical as we crave it to be surely but no slave to it as curiosity dictates we view objects from a distance in order to obtain the truth through experimental proofs and evidence so dense you may refer to it in some regards as destiny no matter how small because greatest potency fits in as many differing versions of real as weightless consequence beyond calamity yet popping to life nonetheless, barriers have no effect on its strength overall into synergistic fluidity that follows the energy shifting sifted sands as another dimension never to be named as it stays obscured and superfluous layered scarier more than idealized metaphysical representations and significant cosmologies combined Here and delivered by something approaching messengers however never thought to arrive though somehow presumed that they would rival us in fiction for being archfiends trying to destroy in classically-villainous fashion to collide worlds into each other to witness and manipulate the resulting issues and sensitive nerves of the other passengers through oblivion by living it… studied as the variables of language and conveying of concepts through communication held in highest regard for we have few other ways to transmit our thoughts feelings and/or raw data without these pieces left for us to take advantage and fabricate new means as much ends to reach for in our constant quest for improvement that at times only requires the act of improvisation to discover whatever could be next in the grander scale of things being what they are becoming, as flourishing trail for the rest of us to follow though which some others decide is too littered with nature in an overabundant manner so they must cut away at this force that creates the foundation for all of us to exist in the first place and taking that elemental piece from this exquisite corpse of a puzzle has laid down before our feet clues to resolve conflicted opinion appearing to derive as much drive us beyond predefined yet unspoken limitations enforcing these might not be the ways of thriving culture laws as understood for so long that to break from tradition hurts as much as causing a lingering nostalgia of youth to compel one from inert solid to fluid plasma but how can a multitude of nothings create something so huge and expansive, its expensive to think about and ponder for too many intervals as time becomes money and that currency travels farther than we realize all together or one at a time to experience this homogeneous entity that could be considered the body of all humanity in one unified form perhaps gigantic as myths of old and medieval factors of the past as embellishment cannot fit anywhere else…

thanks, khet_:/