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sometimes you have to face who you are and what you have done, hopefully you can do this during your lifetime so that you wouldn’t have to filter one of the karmic hells anchoring you to that pit in your stomach, and it is this spot that burns and oozes from the agony which you have inflicted upon others while alive… the creeping and lurking drive to eat sorrow has become your pool from which i draw unnecessary stupidity right out of the air like condensation from the sky, forgetting all ties to an original personality and the clutter of practical detail that attaches to it as i leave a wake of shame and guilt for you to feed upon, but no more of this insane killing joke be the absurd defiles my corpse and forces you to meet my gravestone deep embedded on your conscious psyche… death is not the end, merely a continuation that we have yet to reach, and sometimes you have to face your demons on a face-to-face basis that denies one easy access to a back-up memory within one’s own skull… with not much else to lose or gain lying just on the other side of the thinking mind, there are few traits that one can willingly find a way to repress, but this ignorant thing which cries from some kind of plea for pity drains all and everyone of their energy… there is no way to distract me from disposing of your fatalistic mindset fucking things up for me, this is my letter to your evil addressing how much you repulse my inner sense of balance by tempting the insides with a captive repetition of idiocy which would otherwise come to no avail, and there are few aspects of self worth keeping at all because of the transitional structure which the human being exaggerates it out to be… the finite possibilities get filtered out through a rational mind, but infinite possibilities get sorted out via an active intellect rather than some emotional bias that defies logic rather than supporting it… this is all the trash that needs to be sorted out properly in order for the patterns to be changed with a solid foundation in reality instead utter lack of respect for anyone else that could possibly grow to enjoy my company, you need to leave me without this emotional grip like a collection of bad memeories hanging around long enough to jinx the whole relationship i have with my well-being, and what little sanity remains with the others around me… the corrupt hands of my negative side hangs limp in the air, the living shadow that has no reason to stall for more time Here, and this is because it is not wanted where living things dare… it has become a bomb instead of carrot held over the head to lead a crusade of wholly determined cells of soldiers into the fray for no other idea than to eradicate the intruder, and maybe my mind is not organized as well as it could be even though this remains to be forgiven with incontrovertible proof to the opposite, to cry and consider things with a thoughtful care is an experienced flaw that many of us use to intrude upon others scattered ideas of themselves… we are terrible to our host, and many of the vampires out there can agree to just go fuck off and die because there should only be enough to maintain that tender balance that we have all grown to abuse to the fullest extent and regard for the emotional impact this is exciting into being whether we want the repercussions or not, though this might seem harsh it is true to a point that breaks everyone down…

Thanks, khet.