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…terrestrial eXtras rancid fancy turned fantasy…

…though not extra terrestrial we are the terrestrial extras adjusting to what stories necessarily require our scattered types throughout myth to establish substance in characters uniquely defined by their actions churning our thoughts from concept to execution depending upon stasis of final sequences degrading back from the nothing it came conflicted consciousness razes itself in through that darkness to accumulate wisdom siphoned as floating invisible cosmological sieve emotional filter-feeding upon the raw energy emitted from everything existing until burning or fading out though that eternal spark never truly winks empty in the vacuum left rather these substances and circuitry switch, each other becoming the next dominant version for certain circadian rhythms moving through us Here unaware how truly deep the presence resides inside minus any real analytical witness except oneself as personal scientist slash explorer observing subjectively from the interior of the meat shell distinctly different from the rest of the atmosphere though also layered with harkening darknesses providing backgrounds on which we are summoned to play out our fantastical exploits always aghast when we are becoming the victim of such excessive ruin encapsulating our every motion dancing tracer-like zoetropic snapshots without realizing how far our lives go before expiration, choosing desecration enough stationed as manacled while depressed and manic episodes tower maniacally above our heads singular and collectively that our genes are interminably linked though not quite the only things that define us in the ways perspectives can change sometimes assaulting our senses overwhelming on with ideas of using various techniques to sanitize desensitize and manipulate persons chosen to endure ideals of numbness to keep obedience focused through the manufactured madness made apparent Here observed perspective in severe lenses dilate viewed from the looking glasses and dependent upon how much one takes before ever appearing half full of hope… instead of lacking awareness of negative space dividing our attentions and conquers what we become disturbing totems to the decadent and depraved some perverted beyond which being saved because the pain is all anyone will know Here about their desires inasmuch motivations toward activating greater amounts of frustration into the world hatching out boiling points reached where whatever turning does not center the creature masking emotion with destruction what harsh lines are drawn to follow these lonely pathways leading nowhere except severe notoriety dawning once any life of criminal society becomes suicidal committed outside passive-aggressive fears building up acute resentment, disavowing any rational direction for themselves while others writhe in anguish over lost loved ones to accepted violence doing nothing but dismissing whole living experiences from damage and abuse without any regarding for personal truth leaving shadows from which there is no excuse or excusing the perpetrator whose whim and fancy lives through intentionally tormenting another person in tragic rounds of awfully degrading appeasement signals for the violator enacting sick rituals in defiance of what they hold back visually verbally and viewing others without any compassionate connection unlike the rest of us as alone in choosing to think randomly brazen, bold assaults using sharp blades held tight against teeth refusing to speak in blood to hold the dense progression avidly building systems that defy the occidental razors edge we happened upon as vanity for some sanity in being conscious living creatures Here tormented sights unfound frustrations enough of us is there any way to confer with creation that would not be sublimated by subscription models putting all things onto pay scales usually without equal justice within simulated environments oriented virtually to hypnotize people vulnerable to these devised deceptions stipulations upon entering either natural processes one becomes eaten or continues eating…

thanks, khet _:/