And Or Theory

Witness another happenstance in some part of memory lay claim to whatever beyond that you choose to contain the wonderment. There are any amount of options limited to the recurrence of nightmares or the limits of space that is imagined for you. The virtuous in constraint against the use of negative indicative against the will of the actual origination: there are plenty of bars to slip for landings of planes that never existed before, that can never exist again, that must exit us as an experience alone, and never for the savior complexes of possession. Despondent categorization of grouping for the tested recalling of actuality between shifting or the glances of conglomerate that base themselves on prior experienced weight in stigma and excused criminality for the sake of propriety, criminalization for the sake of upholding those easier lies and believability dramas. There are constraints that seem more boundless without the harassment of being amongst nothing, surrounded this under-stimulation stress, watched profound dilemma swallow itself whole to the pieces left the passing in partiality and assumptions. Tomorrow is the same trials, the differences guessed or the fathomed constraint for unnameable aggrandizement and distal anxiety measurements against humanity. Reaction or actions, there are transitions that cannot be named or touched, that aren’t to claim any satisfaction or relief from the portions of rhetoric that paint the day for us, that made our names certified and that calls us but refuses to listen. Parted, these abstracts of connectivity 2*, the plots to conform or relegate the need for actual random chaos, or the perfect law with no guard and no need. Another symbol for a miracle or a talus for a belief that didn’t really need the representation, that didn’t really need a tradition or ritual to exist as an object of thoughtfulness, universally. Subjects in vivid recant, the visions are of lettering and the gaps left by stances in breathing patterns. Contractions of retractable congruence, between and beneath the bare cold sense of forlorn togetherness. For the worthiness of continuity, the daring of mystery and the delinquency of new ideas, there are any number of ministry or academy vied pictorial representations that were never ours, that were never meant for us, that decide our thought and pardon us for the mistakes we make between. As if matching could ignite reality to itself, could rehearse the mistakes necessary action or the coincidence that becomes the ways in which we traverse a compliment or refuse the climbing ladders wrapped around the strands left in midair, that swing over and drop from beneath the wares you thought were on top. Sore glamorous uncaring for the rudeness barriers that show us the meanings we remembered, that seemed so stupid but that enabled absorption of the actuality. Bent over backwards, as backwards as could be 1, caught short starts and distracted bargaining, variant disintegration of slander or the virtually complacent absolutists’ final bills for clean up and damages. The fault was never lying down, the ultimately decided conformity relegation biting at each conundrum, unsure of an enemy and needing one to continue at all: as if the allowances for involvement have anything to do with being present or able. Justification measurements for the tools necessary the actual units or timing for the ratios intensities, for the dimming and traverse diversity beckoned beyond triviality, confronting reality for the reliability of nature and distrust of instincts. Divergence factors for anachronistic portrayals of considerateness or avoidance of the places my mind winces and jars in frustration or impossible rage.

 

Indecency grounding the coded remarks left the planet in short intervals and pathways of ether, the places missing are the most obvious and wander for us somewhere we had heard of once or twice before: make a fit for the objects that are being subjected to time-oriented organization. Motion regarded in small parted defiance or the gratuitous ramifications of bias in all entirety of differences: bereft functionality illusion, as if focus could be given while retracted or in allowance for the adaptability in the ambiguity of validity. Strains to consciousness or the relegation of closeness or the inconsistency of deterioration forming decorative boundary lines for minuteness in exchange or hopeful disregard for the pestilence beckoning oneself from negative for positive limits. Severance or fear re-focused gargantuan pardoning exclusions for invitation never bandaged to oneself from missing links in space bars or deletion marks for manufactured response. The ways a voice lives entirely silent, a relief of barrier and a hold of the releasing sense of drifting rational and sameness syndromes for comfortability, for homeliness, for homonym or the incessant drive to accidentally perform life as a character or characterize too heavily to reassure the triumphs felt in loneliness connectivity distress or distraction simplex in misconstrued gargantuan secreted illusions and illegitimate thought sympathies against the gratuitous and definitively circumventing the inevitable outside or winded contrivance pronunciation or impossible mumbling suffrage. Cancellation fault lines for the unsympathetic or the seemingly uncaring to persistently refuse the daily news or conform to a justification procedure that has to redefine itself by alarms set before the grounding is creativity or forbearing dread and safety relegation persistence outruns the foundling existential placement, it all belonged elsewhere and has already been. The unfortunate fortress hindrance detection respect and baring consumed tampering provocation testing or topographic industriousness in gap filling from thought streaming this anyplace boast given protectiveness promiscuity. Autonomic constructs of failure predicaments and getting lost carrying variances barely provided to support as if against or for because everything must be or just is. Everywhere placement about or because of indirect precaution and wary glancing or disheveling misconstruing occurrence delusions with no proof or standing for reality. What reflects or is graveling the centered participation or the gates for momentary reactions in treatise precautions of unknown thesis modality forgetfulness and methodical revelation type narrowing or dimming greeting for better misery and gratification. Chosen stringing bouts collapsing in rings and falling graciously to the safest or pointedly harvest diverted curiosity and survival relapses for the passions leaning backwards or forgetfulness and sustained graveyard suggestions and humbling or humiliating gravity in vagueness as the closest to possibly belonging.

 

Ambient noises in the background, to rhythm or for itself before the impossible procrastination tethering refusals and mused departures escapee distortions or chosen hindrance favorability abusiveness or ever accused advocating refusal for the overbearing hypnosis or spelling empathy in fear patterning battling the need for genuinity. The exclusions for space as if every temptation would automatically be aflame in such environments, absolutely freely and forever witholding suddenly finished and devastated recurring irrationality ditches. Sincerity for boredom and meaningless felt purpose indifference and ignorance forestalling listlessness surrender and obnoxiously explanatory conceptual recourse divergence ease and crash gathering boundaries: the simplest shards as if collective ever meant ownership or because something usually even then will come out of formations and present casualty as biting back or regard as a space worth being within, not above. Outside, screaming windfall and deathly cold usually, the fading warmth of morphological structures in plants and icicles or vaporized rain droplets and the small root systems that must exist irregardless. Dropping weather clouds and the spaces between thoughts to the metaphorical in the searching out structures to the voids and pictures that morph us and accommodate our surroundings in small jumps and regarded focal protrusions. Each part to itself and describing before its own focus, shapes most easily fathomed to circumvent high stress or inconvenient occurrences of inward vision or the vocal that actually exists as memory without being in specific focus or record protecting itself from onlookers. Transparent privacy and doubtful shame or guilt empathy against actuality and without constitutional progression or dependence foregrounded in lack of foreshadowing. Unimaginable and grand, the faces left for covers or the flaps added to turning pages, those years while learning to telegraph information misconstruing in gigantic leaps and never telling of the gaps left beyond the erasure marks or leftover penmanship in morse or the coded indicatives that accidentally chord directions through gated, kept and hidden corridors or another relevant coincidence for the taking or selling, another closure that’s close enough to claim regard for a moment or bear attachment for long enough to bring about a belief or claim parts of attention for keeping or attachment for participation that doesn’t exist. Lost generative dis-chords of periods about which an idea happened or because of skipping so much chronological organization parts of the diversion measurements of data will be unable to legitimize themselves over time. Time. The first machines and the most common use suddenly,constricted consideration as if this could have been, as if probable enough to counter or inquire in, but dead at the arms of the clock or understanding its tyrannical assumptions, delving moments to years somewhere in mind: silence is the most powerful answer. Most oftentimes, disproving itself for the sake of instance in the assumptive alternative or indicative reaction to critical negative sense for gracious discernment. Fortuitous conservation of greeted stalling and patience audacity, make believe that anything is happening, fashioning itself instantly, becoming an alternative reality for each and every fit. Intentions or the positions for inspiration, desertion and reconciliation with repulsion frustrations in hindrance values and frantic suggestive fervor or granting illusions against participation in expressions of guess work and inconvenient transferals or aggressive sentiment for passionate inquiry beyond first impressions. Gorging pictures bursting fragrant images, any sacrifice for the entertaining or triumphant in pointing or tracing: release the vagrant utility management question generation constraint sovereignty. Independent separation invitations to nothingness and the sense of isolation: lovely perseverance and attribution enabling, only the best and the improbable will always have the nicest and cleanest of covers or the blankest we were thrown tossed themselves up about overheated blankets and absolution for the unnecessary atonement, guarantor significance disuses afford the coming ages attainability and accuracy standards to unavailable and restricted concentrate afforded by mass and used according to certainty and presumptuous devotion to illustrious girth and devastating console. Torpid resistance to the commonality milieu of assumptive process, keep yourself free and clear, those relegation provocations and fighting space for itself to disjoint in some way that isn’t horribly troubling. Passed the frames meant to forcefully limit, contortions that recalled themselves without ever having been seen, the appropriation of disenchantment drives or the guaranteed confusions against conformity attached to blame and distracting for the sake of virtual reality. Language generators prompting themselves to death and reaching for a scapegoat for explaining the tragedies attached to the experiments that no one is allowed to know their own participation in.

 

A faint limb showed itself and dissipated, watched the reactions of imagination and forgot some of the spaces between characterizations, personally turned about, personality constrained to the distances between reflective surfaces and the amount of relief given is never sufficient. Collaborative instructive distortions, refused partiality or disregarded participation for the manufactured realities of the few to encapsulate the possibility of forever in neat two counts or death tolls. Worried vanity and bitterness, consecrated itself against the easily gained or simply portrayed for the difficulty in finding a place to speak or the incessant reuse of metered meaninglessness to forge itself in postulate and the etiquette against kindness that refuses fact. Emotionalism that bargains against actual reality for the spectacled dream of power or concentrated points of interaction that leave the solution or eased in difficulty for the ramifications of hypnotic distractions. Wasted the time away for the sense of being awake, those half parted or simply leaving the faintest marks, the positioned frequencies of constraint or the refusals of boundless symmetry, the returned items subjected to their caging and beating at the rails surrounding them, wondering the size of food that will fit between the bars. Threw portions of typewritten pages at the party lines or divulged objects shown for visual, beyond which it wasn’t a sure fact that they could actually see. Strange netting, shown up in small parts of brain, as if stamped and staying there, as if there are places an image becomes the entire structure. Soreness disrespect and obvious discomfort growing animals for digesting the daydreams in partiality and unfinished volumes for the freight of some short answers for nothingness. Turned away, swarmed around and against the discussions of hindrance or the attainability of achievement or discernment remembered itself an outlier or pardoned from the forced, there are attributes to actual freedom of association and prominent obviousness consulted in formulated junctions of constituents traversing bellows from getting smashed or scattered around as if anyone must favor certain attentions intended as such grating for the sake of making faces to the mass of convulsion or significance in relational value placements: bartering or bribery threatened stigma and subverted contortionist derivatives for ganglion heights and suffered the usual fashionable ways, and nothing too drastic or dramatic. Ghastly, digression insults and disuse forecast to these regarded as dillusional until actual proof exists: accidents and coincidence—feeble as critical thought and cultures of actual absorption beyond the pulls set in contorted spy syndromes or corrosive hypnosis and conducted illusions for mythological, rehearsed accidents. Sighing forbidden temerity compounds of severance grace and tranquility quietudes or beautitudes for the sake of what considers itself rationality and logical enough continuance or ending the beginnings and consoling the solitude that is prideful and boasts. Contingent sacrificial landings and repetitions for the sensed loss of self and defeatist contrasted jurisdiction in earnest distinction or accuracy in compelling sharp corners or impossible curving caricatures of thought constructs: have another puzzle, these have worn themselves to the wholeness that encounters without partiality for the circumstances to catch up with the sentencing or the coalescing forgiveness syndromes creating pay back in systemic concealment for rounding out or gathering in the referral silences and breaks for meaninglessness pardon. Relegated or sensed the tragedy in background payment for moving along or the attachments refusal in the carousing of ponderance or ease condensed abstaining nervousness shuffle or emptiness sensations: barrenness sensory departures and lengthy explanations for exclusions about setting apart oneself or confusions of space. All departed togetherness: exits.*

 

Conformed itself to the escape mechanisms, gears and levelers moving about the same sordid prospects of reaching the gaps between or the retraction necessary forbearing the weight imagined in each corner or the timing was so terrible, waste for the patience carding the twine left the barriers erected for the aesthetic, chain link in bright color, in yarn flowers and bright easy shapes. Watched the bringing conjured portrait decision digression announcements proclaim themselves silence and make space inevitably uninviting with these warnings or too sincerely can diverge even then for the sense of missing the nothingness. As if you could try to, as if you could second guess or reconsider for moments backwards or turned about a cipher falsity, recover the want to reconcile with the idea of survival. Thriving empty basements, long hallways, empty days with nothing but boredom, the window well and bright discomfort allowances to self or proverbial apologetics for the nuscence of questioning, as if patience is always tried along with any query or beckoning must irregardless mean some form of belonging. Possessions, these material bodies and mindful embodiment, as if separate and innate and irregardless continuance. Decision based conformity to limits of reasoning, that must be figured out by now, that must have matured some part of a response for that which most would consider likely enough or that which could be considerately overlooked based on any amount of exclusion or excuse. Stayed remains of the process in digestion, meters itself to ability tests or paranoid conspiracy, jests to the ages paranoid parades of battle grounds that always imagined themselves in dust and sundown, in the gray sky and anticipation that steals your breath from you, that wasted a second to grab, that lost and lies to face the moonlight or misses the sense of openness or enterprise or pioneering, that hates the graciousness given the settlers for generations of genocide and shook magnitudes of disproportionate landscapes.

 

There must be blood soaking somewhere, another nightmare, more controversy and repayment or lines drawn and bribery for censorship or the emotionalism factoring necessary believable spectacle; as if this were new. Brand new, and limited in timing itself out, the very exact same signifying structures for totalitarian cohesion and moralist encampments for misbehaving virtues, or the murders for afflictions that surface our accessible identities. Investments of time-oriented evictions for the sake of barrier construction or severely disgruntled yard lengths of dispassionate terrifying delusions: better backwards upside-down and lost. All together, again, separations and divisive fostering to sequestered probabilities or fearsome relegation against practicality or the reality of nature escaping from the basement, sitting too long. Dense as if the only release is the suffocation of no other interaction, waves to return their rates for the purchase or presuppose a contradiction for rehearsing itself becoming a reconciliation void or mute progress to eventide rhythmic stances again and traverse banquet lists for avoiding comparing or the buried condolences could surround a appropriate multiplicative endearment destiny remotely coerced heaviness or drifting apart disheveling bore consuming particularity patience or to do: there are listless pointed necessities blathered towards a figurative medium constrained enough to reoccur instances of commonality or take the sense of togetherness for what you will. Bearing hopeful departure from the supposed respectability syndromes like stuck to a place or survivable or better than whatever scenario could manifest itself so suddenly again to remarking dischord or measurable repetition and lack of performance definitives. Tear parts or leave bothered and forgiven poured together and diverged always between or never deciding to entirely, and what to decide itself could form beyond the means of ambiguity the need for blank and pausing without the dilemma as if a specifically well dug into barren cold hard fixative mistaken insecurity interruptions and transverse inopportunity to defective structure and only according to the affordance of the currently devoted constraints of wonderment. The point directly above, the body moves irregardless, every point shifts and becomes boundless: ways to part the darkness or notice the depths of shadow accurately or in the stubborn insubordinance of nature and the building of character, what the showing does to reservations in consideration, seem to fearlessly dissect or pocket deliveries in the jest directly behind a door or the baskets for flowers and drying methods to fall slowly to the ceilings. Digress, the differences recombine the bent heads and withering open field in a deep hillside, covered in snow a barbwire fence sketching across the melted layers of permanent frost or tundra plants. Falls in slow motions or horizontal, catches the glances of vertigo in sideways wind and floats softly past window panes, gathers for the tension in melting itself off the barest placements, watches slipping between the boards drug across in shoveling and paint. Patches the bareness with soft glow or refracting scales departed from the stationary and gives rise to the departed and forlorn, breaks the tremendous weight of the hillside with padded briefs of gratitude in sharp corners and hardened billows. Vanity entrapment descriptor hypnosis breakers or meandered delicacies in those beautiful pardons to the harshness in the death of fall, there are the severe winds and impossible passing icicle symphonies protesting the statuesque or reliable monger coordinate particularity and decision refusals or not the little things again the whole scatter and dropped particians for the smashed.

 

Divinity surrounded monuments and protecting sacrificial grievances coalescing would forbear an interaction without atonement or persistence: being and knowledge and reason, these decisions we make for ourselves from everyone else’s formulate. All the same to forget the past carousal limits with sameness in usage or for the sake of comfort or reliability in mindfulness: the concealment ferments itself, shows in offset mirages or carefully guarded illusions for the triumphant loss of beguilement and nurturing vagrancy maneuverability forestalling the sense of getting anywhere or the need to describe it. Graphed indicatives meant to forward the condescension of literal involvement or construct legitimacy relegation based on non-reality. Power, as if the conglomerated spaces could be claimed and still function appropriately, and any disproportionate improper is expelled as unfit or held as a characterization for use against will in the constraints of forced inclusions. Togetherness syndromes and severity refusals, these blanks left mindfulness or the pauses that provide the intricacy of interactions between parts and pieces left hanging mid-air, left the gradient in passing a particular autonomy, left in moving limbs and oddly positioned portions for anachronistic and missing frequencies.

 

Tact succession prevarication and minuteness sacrifices to withering postulates of scenario from schematic that is false to begin with, hangs itself apart and worries the spaces left the thief or the marching diction recovered the portions left from severity and figments surrendered to reality in bending root systems and small fractions of magnetic sounding. Hypnosis and the empowerment daydreams must be yours too: revealing against the suggestions left behind the curtailing mystics in falsification and wanted suggestions that never find an actual ear, that can trance a relevant enough wave to carry away senses long enough to re-associate them: a single instant claimed for someone else’s sense of self again, for the manufacturing beings and the industriousness constraints to impression or expression that must be claimed, bartered and given meaning according to luxury and the payment necessary upholding non-reality for the sake of stolen space and confusing misinformation. Distress limits, the contortions of congruence and the similarities we suggest or find are no ones belonging, no togetherness to claim based on any singular or grouped subsisting torrential outcast barrier, there are indicative surrenders and deadening heave to lumber along the places left part or a parted being, these characterizations we escape to actual presence, the positions we remembered the scatter in last shifted irreparably.

 

Excuse conflicts with fear at the sense of concealment or the need to be regarded, the loss of self and disenchantment of togetherness, of all the togetherness that even now is assumed and expounded upon without any actual interaction, beyond any sense of actual will and departed from the best intentions in intuition or that better intention in the carefully chained monsters of emotionalism re-attaching themselves to the destiny rehearsed by mongrels for the sense of deity or those doled out with the sympathy cards and eagerly bright propriety misconstrued in the patronage of kindness or the indecency of etiquette that prays upon others socio-cultural sensitivities: as if any particularity in manners could be besides. Superstition and etiquette, the ways we separate ritual and traditions: superstitions and the postural etiquette that constructs movement as possible thought, resounds again in any meaning for purity limits to mythological fortitude caved and carved in pathways melding and decaying the possible formulations of unfit wariness or the wanted gracefulness that slips or scatters and falls to the randomness always dictated by others limbs and ever changed from recurrent distraction or every inference becomes its own obstruction eventually. Decided limits are ever shifting and rewriting themselves the significance of presence in the inability to decide itself entirely, even as past and is ever according to a personal perspective, irregardless of hardware. Vacancy impenetrability defines itself in the simplest scatter or construes beyond with the sense of belonging without the personal retractions from others space, as if any usage factoring could find itself another hand worth filling, or the purchases in phrase are easy enough to reconvene, but the sense will never be mistaken from its own. ((Vulnerability and transparency genuinity, there are distractions to fill in forever if you let them, there are always other excuses or other easily believed mythological constructs meant to capture people, meant to keep them to a sense for something beyond release, meant to convince them of that which is outside themselves, as if we need so much more than the coincidences we’re given, than the circumstances we are actually in.)) as if even our imaginary, even then, cannot belong to us. The culture we claim for ourselves, that which we are set apart and still engulfed by: the abstract, it defines us from the wary distance we give ourselves in exploration, tells us during our trials that the measurements for departures are decided without us, that we have control over them anyways and its only our blame keeping us separate. Canceled the distress symphonies and listened for the lowest notes beyond hearing, wondered the tone of incantation and knew there is ever distinction, that inward noise that remembers us, that told us there were other ways to hear the exact same note correctly, but differently. Hit me the wrong way, a familiarity sense, the annoyance in catching on so quickly and the involvement that concerns itself with safety or the sense of falling and reminders in injury for the too curious in inquiry or those too much devoted to other passions, that distract themselves and suffer for the moments left without the sense of embodying them. Conduction refusal and the static left glass jars in small crackling or tiny popping noises, gathers itself up for each brushed fabric, for each distance between fibers, runs along and convenes to spark for moments, dissipates and leaves a cling in the air: fluxing portions of firmament or the condensation of ether in the sheaths of atmosphere drifting togetherness departures for the dimension or timing for relegation of minute fragments of electrical indication. Digress the inward discussion in the ramifications of disciplinary virtue or the need for versatility in the ideas of connection or the paths that we formulate for ourselves over and over again still aren’t working. The opposition and satire for the absolution of motivation from the current of harshness in the reality of where most new ideas and free ideas rest or are forever restless in the pointed decisions that are ever re formulating themselves as obstinate to actual stillness and born of it. At certain inertia, the collection must stop or actually have to continue, but the contingency was already moving and the stillness was never actually there to begin with, and there isn’t an ending. The continuity or those divides we imagine for ourselves, as if we ever had to differentiate the labeling systemics for certain moralistic ideals, of course any label you need could suffice to bargain for the concealment of the wonder or doubt or stupidity felt at unknowing, how long can a concept rest without being completely contained, accepted or dismissed: the variations to an ending are endless. Deformity or relegation type synergistic fashioning of protective relegations or the barriers we have imagined for this environment as whole, as our entirety, as path in conglomerate and conditioned significance in repetition or monotonous and mundane to curve the weight of traditions separating from cultural ritual or the consciousness that steps around every importance in awkward lengths to draw out its origins or precipice, testing each idea or gathering sense of idealistic form to itself in the disproof of disapproval. Any theory can test to its limit and find itself instancing for any correct or incorrect correspondence, given the situation or figures or characters are movable and limited according to their own individualized aspects as well as completely subject to a conglomerate (conglomerate i.e. life)). Absolute freedom, the ideas that beyond is without bargain or bondage, beyond offering and sacrifices: we are not owed to exist, nor do we owe anyone or anything to exist. Appreciation contriteness in grafting the incident apart situation or character separate the figures or situation itself, in psuedo constructs of illimitable connections in commensurable and non-commensurable aliasing reformations of contextual frequency according to interchangeable and indeterminant appearances of set coincidence or presenting moments in pause: the prominence before intuitively constructed variations of premonition or memorized conduction of separations, smashed and scattered parts of already continuing and never before seen dissections of data from conglomerate. Silence in gratuitous manufacturing repose, the constraint of risk assessment and the forbidding threat of stigma drawing trivialities and concerting reiteration to withdraw consideration from superiority complexities and pridefulness nightmares of the centered self in directions unfathomed before. Gates and their keepers always resemble each other, and any limit could impose itself for long enough to trick just enough to collectively believe for the instance necessary to power and prestige beyond that which is necessary to existing.

 

The destruction of free will in the disbelief of it, the faith that says it exists beyond the stupor and excuses in mystical monopolies. Instinctively, remembered all the lies told and easily believed, forgot my body and remembered in smart anxiousness and slight fury the detachment and resentment or the togetherness and stress, either existential crisis or paranoid dilemma to cater to the catastrophic weight of wonder and ideas. Praise lifted up the stress and saw liniment of gratefulness, each scar another passing depth left a prior indication, and given as result forever and continually in memory or the ability to forget the outcome itself always passing its own limit. Barred and divisive wariness bereft suggestive timing schemes and the ways to accommodate for inaccessibility or the pounding severity of deadening absolutist misunderstandings: the way must be clear and has never once appeared to anyone. Must be space left to actual wilderness still, must be surrounding the conservation of the pristine left for training and fearless left to seek the answers evasive and distressed to the wayward contrite and extremely curious or suffocated and entirely free, neither becomes actual being and presence will escape ever farther from our grasps in such guessing games as if it could catch or beyond a suggestion actually happen as a moment: that which is ever shifting, that measurement we have dropping us off again to the circularity and looping mediums of indicative significance. Chasms of hollow emptiness and divides with overflowing grace and beauty, there is a continual stop or continual motion, we exist exiting the prevalence of guessing that same question in relative origins of void or space. There is no present constant et event: along the line of curvature that cannot decide a direction or distinction from around.

 

Shifts itself again, recalls the day dream positions for the gaps we dremt ourselves between the scenery and the small gifts of posturing left as accidental inference, or the cautions left behind trying to clean them up. Couldn’t have left a trace at all, fear contraption for the distraction of thought in the concealment of actual nature or the perceptions we assume in the concept of expression. Provocation of thought and its initiation: inspiration and intuition, the contrasting instances we forge ourselves for the idea of comparison or the need to quantify the currents of data around us. Quantity, category, chronology, the limits to the reasons we have for ourselves, the excuses we omit or allow according to the profundity: propriety and the conferences of indifference or the ratios of dissent that concern the fragmented reality we are exposed to in the spectacular or the popularity and frenzy. The ability to forget, catch up to yourself in the boredom repetition for something passing or already so far gone, as if this particular loneliness and its abiding must endear entirely or altogether depart for whatever other distance could be imagined. Memorized dreams or the categorical friction created in daytime for the in-between we caught glimpses of in the escapes we imagine for thoughtfulness, all the places we could chase solely ourselves tidied up to conglomerate that no one can actually claim. As if claims for space and possession ever effected our ability to discern the world around us or caused catastrophic fighting or some other melodramatic spectacle for the masses to chew through themselves with. Where do you belong; which transpositions feel fair enough or refusals entirely consume certain gratuitous engagements based on learned or fear and pain based response, what surprises are afforded in identity, in narrative distance or the decisions we never actually make anyway? Present, the continuance always exiting and entering at the same entire moment, the actuality of being or the record we suddenly have of actual reality, a continual accident that cannot entirely exist. Present moment, this obviousness that we can never find, that surrounds us and moves us and can never actually be grasped for our understanding and altogether is complete and empty this entirety. Variant beings or the distraught absence quickly relegated or let linger, those precautions of attainability and the willingness to wander alone, the stern or ridiculously calloused and rigid, barely standing with gritted teeth and clenched fists, still missing, still destroyed, nothing left forsaken and all insight begins itself in the portent, the precautions and the diligent negligence, the avoidance you force or that which calmly beckons against that fury or that rise. All these spaces to slip behind, the classification disregard or the humanistic mechanisms we could actually portray for response as if the excuse or exclusions could formulate a proper contained enough for the conglomerate universe or the divining rights themselves  have you concerned with coroners and divestment planning, not the stretching or strengthening of thought. As if you could help it, the intelligence expected to be lacking will never disappoint you: fulfillment of the only spaces we are left to wonder or concern ourselves with between times, ever between or waiting. Some other future or the idea of company with others, some other fortune or horrible mishap, another garbled wariness contentment demand, always met and exceeded or sarcastically dismantled and ignored entirely. As if ignorance were ever an actual choice: that which we keep, or those ideas that escape or elude us, the information that is withheld on purpose for the sake of capital at the detriment of actual production, the anxiety that new thought provokes. Tapered along an edge of individualist egoism, purposefully consoled with detestable material demanding its attention or describing the breach of actual freedom in association and the concept of possession.

 

Take another time away, awake, imagine a clear picture or audience, a narrative could start on its own once, but finally missed it. Passions or the factors that gravitate most to any idea or cause, the purposed relief or expected replies convene the independence of escaping cause; as if every action must belong somehow to someone else’s effect. Ownership of coincidence in apriory and the distortion of reality with hallucination and hypnosis; balanced itself the noticed weight in passing the directive, controlled precision of awkward randomness and disheveled prominence or weariness in indecision and the easily believed empowerment sympathies for philanthropic justice and patronizing indictments. Kindness portrayals and the seeping of fluidity to the idea of stress, portals of converging layers in mucous and firmament at densities and pressures that cannot be entirely measured. Relational regard, everything can be linked to everything else, at some point: as random as you could possibly be, there are still reasonable connections to be made between gaps in data. What belongs to the exchange itself; as if a medium must have excuse or exception to operate without purchase or as actually free and equally conglomerate. Propensity drags and the regulation of severity reacts in the idea of attribution: as if irregardless attribution must mean some form of conquest or payment. Protective propriety, the suffrage of the overly intuitive to have been taken from in musing or the reasons we don’t hear their names too often or the frequent irrevocable alarm mechanisms that claim rights based on phrases that won a contests once. Previously, there have been no regards, no deliveries or choices: prevention was never considered but being guarded against unnamed threat means irrevocable cynicism and conspiracy, and i’m always guilty. Must have heard this somewhere, how has it become so familiar seeming, what sort of variance could explain this present, presentation of the closest I could imagine of actual proof of present moment. Proven limits to discussion or the places dropped off after or before that unlimited oblivion, not the prettiness or cordiality falsity and ease; no one here’s participating and the idea of afford therein precariously drafts any thoughtfulness. Enclosed tightly or deceptively free, the bounds are as endless and trying; pointedly they space out the lines drawn in circular patterning, warp upon themselves and discern progress or the horrible tragedy. Isolation and eventual empathy that will always be escaping from the places never tread or those threatening as if any indicative by accident and for the wrong place at the wrong time would do you in. into another dilemma or the possession of others accident and coincidence as if it could be because of one power or as if it were under the control of any entity that is corporeal or that can be named or directed: refrain from the loss of voice, fuck off and die those thoughts of disgust and the honest mistrust of any newness or the obvious loathing of impersonation against ones personhood, without attribution. Isolation patterns, the ways we tend to those who are lost of forgotten, the misery in assumption and the death patterns in the unwilling or the afraid, continually bludgeoned and cajoled, their own the meanest jokes. Pressed limits of recurb to the distance imagined for reality, actualization, free thought and the virtuosity of quietude and being unaware. Removed from that which was sure to redeem in the name of mammon, such ungrateful severance, those promised or discovered to be missing themselves or drown out against the rest of the drown, unrelenting and realizing there was never actually an option to swim. Those liniments pulled taught and describing stress angling, the catchers watching the lured to empty hooks, kind enough to describe their plight and blame those already squirming around in darkness for any glimpse they have of that which is beyond them, blaming for the similarities and stealing what’s left of their embodiment while telling them the narration for them was to help, was to measure or experiment. Was for the sake of science, it must be justified: the religion of scientists and the mystics, they actually get along very well. The withholding response of possession, of objects to tame or claim or conquer for the sense of connection, of allowable limits to being, as if anyone could ever tell another a sure or set limit. Prefects of low vibration patterns, movement in small and significant lettering, the most to ask of or the least to offer, as if the waves between could be more useful to us if we had a better absolutism, instead of a better balance.

 

Discord and the inevitable digression standards for the consideration of diadem as if we were all stuck to place or as if we could be shifted correctly in bi-decible, as if correctness would supply fittings for the embodiment of lies or the searching through falsification for the ideas of actual reality. The monitors will tell their own stories, left to any one’s devices, and the conglomerate that produces would be its own refinements, not jurisdiction. Association patterns as if the options stolen from us will someday redeem themselves from teams of guarantors of totalitarian cohesion of thought process, of the crimes in commonality or the placements that specifically elude you and then punish you for avoiding them. As if the option were ever presented for actual involvement, as if participation in any sort of directness would be allowed to formulate for the congruence of the petrified or stoic, the graduated image of endearment is far better off for the masses as usual, and the smaller particles of participation are swept to wayward shallows or crushing holes. Sank to gravitational divergences of thought congruence in lengths of possibility formed in foreboding the future or the idea of excuse for the theft of mind and body by mechanisms, as if the clocks weren’t enough already. There are conduction jars for handling the contortion values of supposedly empathetic philanthropy at the cost of whatever means to ends that are just as injust: easy enough, all the dis-allowances in participation ganged with manufactured responses graph friction for new thought, its proponents, the actuality of brevity could hide itself for portions and acknowledgment, the algorithmic justice could find itself another magic trick to manipulate for, a different illusion to haunt itself about. There are distances against any particular pull, and the neutrality of perseverance and diligent honor in thought and process hold tightly to the sense of patient forgiveness or necessary genuinity. Any option is contrasting, the motivations for deciding against the ultimate, the limits driven into the diligent and the praxis to ring out the morale from styling or guard the unrelenting escape from itself to release again the diligence of portrayal or the portraits of novelty that seem so familiar or foreign, that must have somehow been your doing, that must have somehow been part of your life already. As if your experience set expectation, the dissonance asked again removes itself, weary and the trajectory is the only type of governance there ever really was for structures or functions. We morph uneasily, the absolute reactions interchanging to the small tick of a line across medium, the rubbing or spinning colloidal suspension, balanced parts of shape to liniment or maneuvered curves of organic material to positions of non-presence. Quickening divergence patterns fail promises to other paths and concentrate figments of realization to portions of daydream, imaginary proclamations and excitable laments to grimly envisioned endings or impossible beginnings. Revealing successions of trances or stolen pardons for the digression models of picked apart remnants from little shared or known relevant indicatives, to carry yourself alone. Better yet, freely and fortuitously the deserved accidents or the actualization of event itself warped again and around the many times about the relegation of wisdom according to a dial face or tick marks for centuries, small squares or enormous picture graphs, readily devoted and entirely contrived to conglomerate for equal share and study. Picturesque landscape, fitted dilemma to unrealized potential and discovered none abiding or reasoned for reaction and found empty closures and cold unknowing. Confusion, these timely contraptions for discernment wary of the closely resounding, the badly placed or suddenly aware as if it were surprising or as if hidden and never meant to be found or living. Spectacular refinement digs and perfected suggestion, the counted amongst us never left notes or baggage, never found that endless fountain or the rail that needed no repair, lost minutes and spacial dissonance with the letters we held to ourselves, the passing escaped tread and picked up the remnants, found strange indents where there were none before, could counteract the scenario that weighted itself for motive or called itself lonesome forever. Spun scattered and participating in small remaining parts of extra predicament or precariously deciphered formulaic rebound from the centered revulsion of force to balance itself the energy necessary to recapitulate prideful endurance or bend the dimming patterns to sugars and part perfectly matched channels to particles never before seen. Impressed as if must have attached itself before the medium, still missing itself to the commensurable divergence patterns, watches energy design forces against nature, waits for the patience to derive actuality from the partial decisiveness we contort to measurements or definitions gratified in idealistic independence. Those portions of smarted sparks, centered for tiny lives and directing or the same non-definitive exclusions for progress which stand podiums to balance treading or recruit portions for the projections to make sense with. These same particles outside, they magnetize by accident, and any little part that matches might travel suddenly to darkness, be swallowed, be absorbed and burst again forth in a different covering. Motioned to the excrement, the outputs or filling up of beyond or the intuition that beholds us before there is an observation to limit, or as if you could imagine: clarity, silence, stillness—stretches of expansion and redundant slow moving hind-sights or blind spots, radiant illumination tread again to difference purchases of surrendered eagerness for equal space, all the possible variant suggestions reformulate for portioned fractures of enraged vulgarity for the monstrosity of the modern macabre idealistic get by mentality. Better be gruesome, or miss elegantly enough to exercise apart the death of body, or the excitedly portioned fiction for digest or the causes themselves beating against only parts of the mechanics, only parts for grasping, the common understanding of bodies: any, these morphological structures and limits of allowance in elitist engendering capsizing condolences, the ways to get to a meandering fitting of imagination before its fruition. As if it were looking, as if the differences in happening upon a memory and actually having to recall something are what really gap the dissonance in structures that avow the time of recourse to a ratio and shifting limits beyond the remorse of days: lost track of time: varied by lengths or widths of filament removed enough for perusal or lose yourself amongst the other partial examinations or reconditioned fragments for the strands cut heavily and left to their small clustered significance.

 

What allowances for space that we occupy irregardless, slides missing and years of repaying language to suffice unquenchable curiosity vagrancy and pressured limits to the places rehearsal has set any amount of diligence. Must have seen it somewhere in a dream, those moving bodies in transformations that are unknown and move in the most foreign ways: these creatures that design us, that define and discover us difference from the surroundings, that puts thicker filament between layers of atmosphere for passing in different covering, for undressing in the wilderness, for pressured vessels veins and arteries marked out in suspension, builds each material into another, from another. Portal shifts or condenses decisions to the molds already present, the strangest structures always moving or in some sort of suspension: follow the same filled frequencies for numbering themselves with gifts or remembering the lists of possibilities stored up somewhere in their convergences. Seeps into the blood stream, catches for the cleaning up of those dust filled passages, watermarks leave patient significance in flow or the absorption of coagulant. Conversant grouping and decision forming phases of conception or the directed in motive for grating the ledges necessary deciphering the dimension of space or timing. Spilled along with another, the fervor or suddenness pumping quick postural maneuver against the currents to catch up messes or perform constructs of alternative or formal wakefulness. This strain shifted just a tiny bit, what’s beyond recognition: the continental divinations in thought or that one and only construct to give in to another bout of phosphates in surety or renal positions for absolution. Repetitious to remind or for the sake of familiarity, these families of thought and their ends off trailing to the infinitum of continually changing. Even change is not a guarantee, the motion that needed that security as if the immortality is really just stored in Christae, is just drawing lines from curved past and future holds for relationship. Relations, these ancestors forbid so much of any newness, and all must at some point be alike if all are related, but the gathering will be of each individualistic conglomerate unable to ever separate or become entirely one. Somewhere, there must be these absolutes we feel within us, these parts of machinery that operate so perfectly with no outside energy or automatically adapt to the communicating signs or perception, the fear slows down the immunity or releases these task building walls for other industry instead of eradicating the dangerous invasions. Those invasions and invitations were already present, were living within us and then suddenly wouldn’t, and then suddenly and for whatever reason started to do something else, started to rebel or turned themselves against themselves. Waited for the portions of spark or static to redirect, watched themselves getting swallowed up or dismantling the danger of themselves before the rest of the body could, as if the rest of the body ever waited to perform itself, ever needed beyond instinct to behave or characterize present in pattern or path. The smallest particles found an irregularity to expound, startled another conjoining pathway to another set or left shards to pick up in small significance later. Anything is for keeping, those cavernous and tiny tunneling machines, the spaces crammed through barely crawling and pumped harshly, no room for a lot of movement. The air changed inside of me, boiled itself down to the ratio or the rate, those constructs of diffused correlate or the pressure in each chamber or the perfect amount of vapor. Climactic transitioning, shards fit to actual shape for instance, as if the path was pre-existant or entirely built anew each and every interaction, fit these shapes or contain new path, these separate fields for knowledge never actually present themselves beyond the presumption, and the space taken by so many manipulations of parts become no certain partiality or totality. Symbols that entirely lack or are always finding their own differences: those so assured the first to relinquish the absolutes, or fiercely cling to them for postulated escapism in assurance in values or the performances worked to formulate for one conglomerate, this entire mathematical field we imagine: and there are other conglomerates of indicative motion and motives in symbolism that not only exist, but are useful. Also, usually viewed as evil. Origins of void or space? Ghosts and outer layering of firming or relinquishing indicatives or lost gone forgotten magnetic and electrical particians that remembered something, that suddenly retrieved another face and formed itself for a split second, for that one picture: and then released itself back to the filtrate to share the patterns accidentally imprinted or fashioned before themselves and as they are met with medium. Distinction wrings itself in pattern condensed for instance to form itself against the ambiguity or convert itself to the caution of limitable space. And the only beyond must be without limit, or must consider itself in some form, separate fields absolutely fit pre-determined as mistaken, and used to formulate the present, the presentations of actualization or the intuitive consciousness, always non-corrected or present as continuous and changing continually to other potentials. Potentials are never set, characterized in medium, described by their absorption pattern or digestion in convergence or the commensurable gravity of bending into reality or purchasing torque to reveal distances in itself. Imitation originality or the intuitive friction in the idea of newness or the already supposedly absent or the precursors reaction in frequent phrased changes of space or decisive contortions for the sake of nothingness or the ministry of administering relevant thought. What relational boundaries are never crossed or which meters are appropriate enough for thought or significance, which risk assessment will get exactly what is needed or wanted, and how would you possibly know.

 

Self assurance for the knowledge that will always escape, and belongs there absolute freedom: the generalities are too precise or vague, retract and discover for themselves in bearing vocal or tread memorials of conversations and imagined scenarios. Lost causes and the useless machinery the rest are left without even then, digging for spare parts or space for individualism, as if such wide open could possibly fathom such cramped stillness or impossible conservation variance for the hypocracy of peacefulness or the dependency structures for philanthropic empathy. Purchased itself again from the motion sickness [Grahek] or the sense of loss for self against that which claims togetherness beyond actualization, which would contest the decidability of this prospective concept of beauty or progress, and so easily, the idea of the progress we imagine ourselves as becomes the need to fulfill oneself alone in the sake of greed or disappear. Distress yourself, there are other corners worth the worrisome tally to barter against, as if there is a specific enemy or any argument would suddenly be useless or seem to have no point of interjection. The possible limits to absorption in condensation of the most capsizing formations of space or the dis-chords of accident that actually strike us as randomness: that seem to be connected beyond the real and tangible, in logic and reasonable to only yourself alone or to a few others or to many many people: or, the actual instances themselves of coincidence that cannot be claimed at all, of the natural or of the natural mode in unnatural ways, or in substance but removed from the normal or actual sense [Pascal, Pensees: ‘Miracles’]. Actual is real, but not always in logic or reason: the senses we have and the fact that we can only have perspective anologous to our own perspective alone, we are filtering our own environment and its inspirations irregardless in free will, and have certain destinations almost set or regarding from the partiality we already exist in or with [Tolbot]. Conglomerated information is still digested according to my own autonomous space alone: to have an idea of togetherness that could possibly be the exact of anothers is impossible, until we are actually part of that impossible actual togetherness. Impossible actual: that field existing as separate and imparted. Separating fields of knowledge to generalities or to sanctioned points of emperical data[Owens, Bruner] based on the most popular responses or commonly used information; lost and missing materials guarantee themselves in oddity basements and convoluted bases, asked the forgotten where their ideas had ended up. The most properly prepared to exist in industrialized society, the training considered for each according to the needs of their bosses and landlords: we need education, it makes us better workers or it ‘refines’ our attitudes toward actual workers, who don’t want that moralist refinement [Marcuse]. Who would ask themselves but are distracted enough usually to have forgotten asking or have the same hopelessness: just to wonder, what has been taken or given granted space and then left to pieces or inaccurate and inaccessible portions intended to confuse and convolute the actual statements and considerations. The rights of attribution, the moralist panic of ownership and possession of ideas and the ways in which we find them. As if there will always be knowledge that no one should know, (Dubos), and there will always be thieves. What is taken from another in impression or the expressions of congruence, that which cannot be received or that which is horribly contested for the sake of disinformation and the purchasing of others process for the cost of machinery to refine them. Reality we bargain with or against as if any shift could mean an entirely different universe for us, or an entirely different story. The conditioned significance in regard and the allowances of rhetorical situations have saturated the ability to see clearly, have blurred in emotionalism every single line that was discerned as being able to cross. Not even recognizable, these persistent significance markers the global alarm mechanisms and capsizing hypnotic frequency of structuralism and ultimatums that allow its operation. These structures that exist, you see, they must be upheld and venerated, must have the proper placements and fractions of moments for the distances fathomed as between any response or action, as the possibility in potentialities we easily remove from others or dictate according to inaccurate data. We only ever know our own partial stories, these paths our thoughts and bodies take through the universe cannot replicate connection beyond bodily aspects: find parts of inspiration and small indicative leans to recombine or design. These external apexes of interacting that exist beyond pleasure or pain, that have escaped those fear and pain mechanisms entirely, that which exists outside of us like our perspective, the ability to imagine someone or the consequences of opinions. I can almost prove your shape was there, but as soon as it disproves itself the present moment is itself, and gone again simultaneously. Take everything as itself, there are limitless limits for preponderance, for the sense that you had seen this coming; for the manipulation of that sense in fortunetelling or the guessing games of fabrication coincidences based on potentialities in instancing. Will original thought exist, as if in order to it must be named and claimed, specific to a form complex and simple enough to remember, to save. There are never new words, these syllabic concealments of emotion return to us the words that found path again and will reform irregardless: every place these needed to form was entirely unnecessary, was interruption of another consciousness flow, was another coincidence of bad timing and happenstance. Each place is meant for its own narratives, each place we have is connected to another place, these continuer theories consorting with the hindrance of origination or forcing instances of predicaments never intended or operant accordingly. As long as it fits for ten minutes, most people are convinced enough: any spectacular coincidence or accident that can be claimed as power over others, these instances of decision making power that we have entirely assumed and negated based on mythological presumption and conditioned responses. What has been missed, what couldn’t even be missed?

 

The ways in which we mislead ourselves so easily, the patterns in which we are convinced of these other imaginary constraints or fractions of projects that never involved us and that somehow want our names, our personage. The realities we have formed ourselves to relegate to the conditions of that reality decided for us by those in popularity or power, the constraints to thought and weight of allowance in exchange. Founded ways to escape the considered limits, always considerate and screaming, these ledges giving off shards of possibilities, graduating each one of them and along the performance of other possibilities, none of which could possibly have been seen before exactly, and none that will ever exactly replicate. The repititive notion, these still frames we give ourselves as if any part of us is ever static, the picturesque we would poise ourselves in has never existed. Continued moving, these pauses for thought we fill instantly for another instance, the continual shifting regulation of demeanor or concentrated severance with commonly held values fit to capitalism. Here’s another long shot for the patience of the draining densities and confused supplimentation of lies and confusing mythological excuses for the ways waiting between syllable, before action, beyond actual behavior. Any chance pattern, it lets itself interrupt, finds other calmness or constraints that allot the actuality with intuitively sensed pattern beyond even the faintest extremities. Decisive illusions of absolutely considered finalities, reoccuring in happenstance and reforming according to risk assessment and alarm mechanisms, ever changing even as entirely set and decided.

 

These concealments we give ourselves, as if privacy were the worry, as if these originalities are easily stolen and harshly protected, each singled frequence of interaction prefabricated in partiality and reserved in itself for another medium, for another time or a fitting distance for actualization as newness or reformation. Review the condensed features of daydream, expanded to suit the current schematics, rehearsed in formulated limits and confused into imaginary censorships and unnecessary revelry; trained ourselves to be ourselves, these others decided for us and against our reality, these others formed in inconsiderate purchasing of time that was never for sale, of voice that was never meant for the parting, of body that is stayed to its own limbs of movement, to its own mediums of digestion. The interruptions confirm the silenced postulates of actual freedom, these easily accepted alternative realities take away only the most opportune information, whatever is needed to continue the current significance of centralized rule or sell easier parts of the type of labor none of us would ever see. Big and easy, shores never met and more distances never travelled, continental divides in constraint or purchase, in work and the ethics of being, of being alone, of being. Better luck and worse drives, these boards concentrated the wealth with visible weights, with trick cards, cancelled us out after a round of loss and took leave suddenly. We sat for the rest of the tabling, we watched the people passing in marks left behind them, none actually meant for indication but used that way the same. Saw few comparisons worth keeping, and as long as they can keep you playing, there are few chances you’ll ever see the sky outside. These houses of thought we give ourselves, to carefully decorate, to keep clean and tidy, to have either furnished or decorated: domicile for being or drawn about in referal to that outside which is beyond even our wildest hopes of event or strangest fears of horizons. Waited out the distances to ourselves, from the ways we have been programmed, sublimated, occorded, afforded, moved, removed, concealed, tried and considered: look, there are all sorts of options, all sorts of characterizations to slip into or beyond, any ledging you could imagine with just the perfect amounts of splattered edges in reloquie of those platforms we refuse anyway. Must be working either for or against, as if any amount of presence was ever needed to feel a sense of entrapment, as if any who wants could entirely claim your story and involvement for you; if you keep your distance well enough, you become some outcast. The individualists, egoists, outcasts: another marginalizing temper for clearly splitting off into groups what needs seen or worked on, as if polar and oppositional comparison is the only way to digest or dissect, and before this theatre won’t matter too much to what happens after unless we forget. But I have forgotten, these persistent defensive reactions to those apart, to those seperate or found mostly in differences rather than how to easily scale for fitting in. Draining signs and worse hypnosis drives, the real ways in which our thought is being forcefully taken from us, the ways in which forbidding has eased us into this suddenness in which there are so few ledges left for any reloquie that is against the most popularly held opinions. Neutrality is unacceptable, here’s other ways to outrun the absolutist fervor of ‘rights’ to be forced into, to be in agreiance with or considered strange or outside. Neutrality is the most difficult concept to fight for; like fighting for peace or struggling for that stillness that finds you eventually in temporary illusions like that quiet or still or unmoving portrait I could remember as any part or rehearse as wholeness according to my own partiality of being.

 

Self-importance I take in the sense of  being threatened or that there must be some beyond that knows me, and that beyond must be tragic, must be all sorts of illegal spies or otherwise vying for my space and attention beyond my will and without any actual involvement. Even this will send them reeling, like, must have some idea of what’s going on if…there’s enough paranoia to suffice from this quartered laundry list syndrome of plausible limits to associate factors in allowable personhood to satisfy those haunting for supposable similarities instancing coincidences of participation. What would they claim you for, if they could, and who is they? There is no particular melody or rhythm, there’s not a step or dance worth finding amongst the worried chance partialities or confused dillusion. There’s only another nevermind, any chanced significance would be punished, and any change is dependent upon the same. Must be something I saw or read once, these scarecrow stories, these spies that sound from the mouths of all the best people pushing around carts or collecting bags. Spooked, it’s no use, there’s hopeful constraints to the ever pressing oppressive conditions frequented as response or position; react to you and call you a reactionary, provoke you and call you a provocateur—

 

 

Gravity shifts magnitudes of plates to formations of small patterns or diverge sounds for motive in movement or there must be structure for this, shaking figure of morphogenic spin. Watched a snow sublimation become part river from miles above it.<<0)).<0).<<0).<<0).<<0).<0>.<0).<0>.<0)).<0>.<0)).<0)).<0).<<0)).<0>.<0).<<0)).<0)

 

Mechanical superstitions, durdonc and her possessiveness, the spills or fragmented anxiety in missing on purpose or wanting accident: the coincidences we consider for ourselves during work process or the ways we try not to purposefully avoid injury, understanding it means just as much if not more likelihood of suffering or harsher struggle. Jagged steeps and crooked steps, hanging gutters and time as the same sort of predicament it’s always been , gashing across our most vulnerable flesh, removing itself our sights, our senses, hears our bellows with each small movement. The forward we imagine is turning upon itself constantly: go forward on a circular clock, rewind the senselessness that condenses the already dense to such concrete that each crack in it would break a bone if caught wrong. Shoe factory beverly

theory to disprove theory in information reliability doesn’t need defended. If you’re trying to be right or wrong, it’s automatically self-defeating for the theory. If it’s not in the wrong place at the wrong time, it isn’t operating correctly. Record of accident and coincidence, not mystical claiming.

 

To defend personhood and humanitarian rights against mass surveillance and illegal spying is necessary.

As if the option were contrasting, the false empathy manipulation in hypnosis based on collective belief tells people based on prophecy and mysterious illusions, sells people based on practicing actions dissected by the most disgusted or the least likely to understand. Pulls elitist sympathies from the hopes of better lives from the dreams of millions, wants to own them, sells them. Kill em with kindness! Love your enemies! That is not an invitation!