Imperative

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It’s imperative to know where exactly you’re at, we do not live in a time where the individual can be made more by external, pandoras out she got that dumb bitch hat on high waist jeans and her mandate, or what can even be interpreted through the ground slop evicted out the mincer of like 4 different paradoxical neurosis handed down from on high, pressed upon from without, alien, inescapable, is the desire to construct for themselves themselves, notary collection foraged persona borne of pinecones, heap up the pile, a collection of experience associates contextual consumption contrived construct reflected like 5 panes back at min from the immediate - you have to extend repeat and fold over that truth to a level of abstraction that isn’t even communicable, outside of physical pain and the gooncave any thought, feeling emotion or you may have is hopelessly corrupt, profane, a pretense contrived as paper folds to unveil the lotus-autist embarrassment before god - he just brought home dinner n adams getting fisted with the fortnite end match screen still on nigga: provided an apparatus whose structural components entail an active awareness of a growingly limitless set of fundamentally irreconcilable and acutely malicious Views the output is and can only be: retard, accent on the e. stimulus most vigorous say passive media consumption, you have to realize that for a large and growing segment of the population the unbearably brief and labored for schopenhauerian moment of pure perception is utterly beyond reach, even for a second, an over-agitation so taut that before the RGB values are even translated a galaxy of interdependent and cannibalistic social complexes awake and as god’s universe is governed first by grace then gravity our souls are stirred by void then affirmation, though matter be negative or not at all if moving it still is, and all thought race to justifica to exonerat to counter to rebut to vindic to deni to refut to finally it always ends in a fucking apology.

Note: This is the first thing I ever posted as a ‘piece’ and tried to clean it up and do SEO shit etc and 1. It sucked. 2. I hated myself. Here’s the original. These posts are now know as “Frenzy”, once I figure how to tag it.