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…raw topics riddled with enthralling fascinations for their sense of rhythm timing and sources for surviving whatever rhyming simony with sinna-money no budgetary constraints Here because words are free when love is not hypnotic feelings allow for it to relate to each individual in shaping out visions of oneself as though lathed slowly subtly eroded by pull of these polar opposites sailing us against prevailing solar winds scalded by the scolding one receives from afar when the only thing that seems to work is running away from all anchors whose weight from old past pageantry tending hierophantic pedantic and ecstatic, chicanery to entice us ready to sacrifice ourselves to mysteries we will never understand except perhaps to pass through that threshold of death with all senses complete intact self somehow carrying over from all prior burden of knowledge instead of ultimately the ideas of being freed from this progression processing all things down to their barest minimal aspect required to remain relevant Here amidst all the other microcosms that grow and develop some unnoticed dimensions tethered to what we might label now as the only thing that is real in this strange feckless oasis before as after us living on, primal currency in state of ever-continuing flux very few of us are able to subjugate our thoughts capable but unwilling to journal our thoughts out perhaps in feeling too vulnerable or at odds in losing games with words awkward tendency to never quite fit exactly as needed further encoding our calibrated idea of humanity transfixed by symbols and signals old ages reinterpreted many differing ways throughout the centuries encapsulating whole eras that get recycled back into the general social morass structural emotional and all rewiring entire legacies into modern corollaries that may or may not make it through this age before us now dependent upon how much we are able as individuals to embed ourselves… into standard processes and living patterns making various pitches that bend so we might appropriate for our own becoming inherent cultural memory depending for the rest of us upon someone other than the self penultimate quest left to our own devices how to succeed at the task at hand afraid of failure in all manners trying to push forward without milking people in their sympathies aware that deception manipulation and emotions are intertwined Here with few exceptions to the general laws of this substantial cosmos, nerds of prey absolving nothing with their examination of life as it is known Here analyzing parts and summaries alike hoping to connect all dots aware that there are more than those readily apparent to naked eyes staring blindly into the lightning breaking circuits when lacking guidance novel intellect acting as volatile missile striking targets only they perceive as threat obviousness enshrouded in mystery as much trails of misery remaining unbroken until the gaps personal confidence fostering doubt as opponents in potent taint reprehensibly laying to waste incomprehensible aspects acquiring traits learning something incomplete through allowed means of broaching discomfort, distrust before acknowledging locally acting in the social equation gestures of apologizing only lead to more mayhem where ready apologies feel ingenuine genuflecting and fears out of courtesy ill timed when successful interactions require actual humanity in the engagement there are no bridges built to extend contact that do not also appear open to being burned waving flags sometimes denoting weakened states of guilt where wisdom in strength is preferred the digital age eliminating the need of pen or paper instead too precious materials Here warranting protests against casual misinformation caricatures of the truth that occur often enough amongst us…

thanks, khet_:/