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…human grotesque in weird Wyld west…

…fear of communion even when the stars are right there is an element of skeptical hesitancy some kind of natural resistance causing circuits to blow up at worst or glitch on unnoticed subtly distorting systems in our civilization analogous or at least bad enough to the run of their authority as certainty so far we accept this though not so factual all while things remain this way even when decay or natural erosion was factored long ago to have humanity and all creatures stricken with this eventual mortality we cannot combat yet submission is hard won Here being this misunderstood, seeds of the future sometimes trap us into obligations cloning the demon essence we despise left and right even when wrong side of history terrorizing everyone because mistakes remain common occurrence overshadowing the potential for good oftentimes intended to be better than initially interpreted as outcome once proposed artifacts begin becoming real taking up space precious enough to never be considered until after the fact casual belief and sarcastic skeptics permeate reigning media septic supreme because we let it accent upon occidental as manifest destiny opened up adventure and abuse throughout the journey to civilize ourselves and those generations after, caught up in layers of family reinforcement corrupted curated and anticipated outgrowth even though malignant and tumorous because rumor turned as no one wishes to while speaking disguised about what occurs this creation manifests honestly underneath these surface demeanors beyond the nuclear family faintly glimmering the fury intensity and residues of something succinctly too much to draw upon at feeling disused left rotting the pornography of self reflecting that dirtiest description of themselves one feels most ashamed of when truly alone Here wishing for companions even though that will eventually complicate the relationship no matter how convenient once one understands… curious personal pursuit the demeans to an edge because the end is never guaranteed Here compelled off the cliffside to appear just as edgy when no overarching rules apply for all thrill-seeking lepers incredulous mayhem siphoning accolades from society we are left to deal with on our own most often perilously precarious movements at best surviving that abstract strangulation of fact paralytic weakness occurs for strength collapsing new decisions with old rulership which cannot withstand practical trial and tribulation on this perverse side of data entry gone deliriously apocalyptic inasmuch cryptic apocryphal and obscure insecurity because nothing is safely foolproof, only proving that fools exist when many people wish they didn’t measured against minds being terrible to taste or something like that said for brevity code condensed into functional waves transmitted beyond ourselves signals simply read by the interpreters that can realistically revise storied sequences becoming these difficult things parsed by generations to be sanitized for the protection of those yet sensitive to violence in its overwhelming disorientation and desensitization taken for granted overall given enough repetition our perspectives reach levels of deaf numb and blind to reality right in front of us discerning inherent nuance trying to occlude layers, from deception coalesce and composite these subjective truths creeping subtle changes much as seasons sense of the natural circadian rhythms and metrics and minuscule particulates that move nimbly around us slowly erasing our imprint into dust as whatever we have been striving for unless found relevant gets displaced for what happens next in these sequencing thoughts on personally and collectively within states of confused inconvenience in some cases heavily medicated roaming through the desert of the real hoping to save ourselves while forgetting the elements of community which has unified us before against that face of uneven odds in humanity…

thanks, khet_:/