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Shrugged, saw corners worth filling with empty sighted

removals for the processor,

the ticks between or the rhythm of both hands

guessing for the wonder left hiding itself as if lost

or crumbling from the safety points for the vantage of grounds

borrowed for the tunneling mechanics and lost frolickers

like something to worry about again,

or some hopelessly unfair seeming connection

this must have been yourselves

feel some form of closeness or the closures we limit

will destroy us

grapple for time and space that isn’t yours

that will never be near you

as if any knowledge has it’s own institutions left alone

and any leave must be reckoned with and pardoned

or punished with empirical sense

responsibility and supposed responsiveness

that same bad luck syndrome

none of us will stick to our parts or places

and they still blame as if the mistakes were ours

to begin with

to begin with

beginning again

trace yourself new forms of newness and now

of the hottest or most frictional or easiest to get away with

but still very dangerous

triggering accidentals for resembling against the possessions

what are we thought for ourselves

conglomerate misgivings and rigid edges to fall off of

the entirety

recall the mesmerizing hypnosis and repeatedly disgusting

manipulations of flesh and unswerving

abuse and emotionalism victors with stuck gears

vengeance relegation swerves and tired grasping toward imagination

here, the paranoid brain injured

criminality factoring especially for freedom to all the captives

they’ll never get it, I have no options and any opinions

eaten again this giant machine discussion and disgust

relief to ourselves in thoughtfulness intention alone

if you think you are helping

there’s no amount of process that could bring closure

or closer the day justice is actually winning

for people, humanity

rampant dis-care and quickly regarded disjointing desecration

quickly and to the thorough back around again to smash and scatter

like whatever it takes

reliability nature, knowledge can’t matter too much to us

we have to fit our pre-existant scaling and diagram

legends and holotype and homonym

escape for thought

iDENTITY

only when prompted, these tales leaving themselves behind for the comfort and ease of character portrayal in narrative rather than autobiography: asked itself again for the leans in limit to the use of ‘i’ or the need to avoid it. There are permissions for names or thoughts that attach to the ideas of attribution, that originate the concept of naming something at all, or that are left to gather after the insecurity and fear syndromes. When first meeting another, the last thing to offer is your name: what defines these postures and reflexes that perform me? I move my hair to the side, bite my thumb, play with the bit off nail in between my teeth, fiddle with the zippers on my boots or fix my glasses impatiently. wringing or the resting causality of thought: the conduction of memory as performance of postural etiquette, the ways in which we remember ourselves, compared to the ways in which we actually behave or the actual attitudes we have. We had decided our destined limits already, had contrived the movement long before its limb, had discovered the twitch before we noticed doing it, and upon noticing accept them as endearment or suffer them intelligibly. By what providence, those calloused western promises of prestige and accidently fit oppositional limits to propriety, yanking around the doodling or diddling to a firm position. make a decision about the decision to make, wander the force of definitive, coalesce the concentrates of assumption and apriory manners. The way you look at others, these small indicative motivating motions, those easily manipulated insecurities, guarded for ourselves in conditioning against the easily influenced tendencies of trauma and easily manipulated masses of collective responses to convince you of anything, and remain correct for centuries without change. they had decided for you, and earnestly work the contrite for more leans in conglomerate that isn’t giving. identification modules humming assemblage parts of being along a line, along the line, adding or subtracting like objects or accessories to bid for humanity from the stickered backs of products.

don’t worry about the standardized personality traits, everybody’s got em’!

via Daily Prompt: Identity

Tisk

Graphic portal grievance discretion angst: the ways in which we must form a memory, the glances that must automatically give some form of virtue to a system for purchase in merit to the affordance considered likely enough to drear out calamity and regard individualistically. Figure it out for yourself, the rarely seen or hardly ever mentioned, without realizing how far and removed anything must seem, as if these corners or curves will be forever in discovery or the gaps in standards never met will portray themselves against by accidently escaping the negative indicative. Forced involvement for inference or the catastrophic theft of time for space or vices for the dilemma of personification and mythological realities. congruent significances in causation requirements, distortions of varying excitements or portions of distinguishing mediums. Favorable distances for the actual to recall as if the preconception should decide from imaginary the event itself, tried consciousness and bare strengths for suggestions or parts of nothing isolated and ungiving, forget about it. Grievance actualities considerately misconstrued for instructing oneself about the ways to a process needed or imagined as necessary. Considerateness; there’s plenty for regurgitation or peruse and even more for the difficulty in short answers or the ingenuity in some forms of empathetic motions. Guess it, describe a framing against itself in far less distance or constraining another sure guess or that….concept won’t ever meet itself actually, wearies about the significance in rounding about a commonality or obviousness in triviality or another disregarded obscure egoist misconception. Must mean illusion, beg another difference for the discontented, the purposed or disjointed by accidents or removed from by grudges or confidence in disregard that hopes beyond for the sureness to withstand passions and whim. Failures in too much sympathy, that shift to analyzing or the feeling pauses as if the caution about the roundness or the sharpened edges could jar the conferences for thoughts about types for togetherness or containment for enthusiasm that attacks a brand new thought almost immediately. Don’t respond, silence is the strongest message, the loudest reply in timing for a pause that could change the situation instead of just warp the character. At least dare to mean nothing. As if guarding oneself from the continental shifting or magnitudes in disallowance structures targeting pies in the sky or gargantuan misconception or entirely confused censure bonds for repaying the bought tin pans to their specific and compartmentalized proper, the consecrating delays or depressed pridefulness cuts left labeled in places like what’s left for myself. Likeness fears and cagey irreverent formality, and isn’t someone else supposed to work this part out?

Task

elaborate a skill by accidently ending up in the wrong place and the wrong time and meaning it correctly enough to excuse yourself without the usual necessary dilinquence to such situations or, rebalance the courage felt in the distances fathomed for the information that must be of such importance, that must somehow find itself. There are missing lengths to elude to forever, just of itself going about the scales imagined for thoughtfulness or the distances between the weights of felt consolations for solitude to oneself aside the dissonances and before the separations, or between and mistakenly beside for an awkwardness or indicative askance necessary dreadfulness and impertinent grievance for on the spot concentration abilities or variances for the attainability measures against eclectic space. Orders besides those chronologically prescribed bartering against the accuracy allotments for common understandings and bribing a sense of togetherness for landscaping the desecration or desecrating the remapping of valuables readily preserved with diligence or inconvenient graciousness. hide this, reverse the you commonality sense with a forlorn absence of concentrated characterization for a decidable and stoic ‘we’, or decide a different construing severance for the bundling procedures or exemptions deciding the limits for entitlement in a nightmare scheme empirical data machine divergence inhumanity misunderstanding. Maybe everything is backwards, already was upside-down and how should anyone be able to tell a difference for a reality even similar to another, it seems the same but sees entirely differently irregardless of the shift. memorized from one perspective and then entirely forgotten, turned a simple symbol but it already had belonging, already recognized itself as part of another illustration, or thousands and thousands of them. Hinting that there are dimensions beyond us, that could hypnotize beyond our ability or will to escape them, or that have created entire cultures of growth and understanding beyond us. that divest their portraits according to certain predicaments of random path recombining entireties of newness and remaining as entirely unchanged. ((against hypnosis))].<0)).<<0)).<0))

Scarecrows! (paranoia)

Waste a side step telling yourself how to move forward again, asking the same places for the indicative necessary to places that will has never seen, and that decision can make itself without your influence at all. These allowances in movement, in space, there are only certain shapes that can struggle themselves to make sense for moments in the chambers that fit them with structures for certain pressure and vapor. Instinctual dis-care and the inward glaring experienced at the disability to look away; direct yourself, those caged parts start to fight you back. Lashing out according to their own imagination and the fierce they would imagine for someone else; those no bodies that have little to stand or understand beyond our own food. As if we have time to search and wonder for ourselves what actually fits and what the manufacturing gossip and machines would try to relegate. All the same, all this same ol worrisome stress and the pockets that are able to find true wonderment still; all the stillness eats away at itself in timing, pieces missing or damaged get the loudest spectacles and blurriest countenance. Remind yourself how to escape before you’ve ever been met with the obstacle; the attributes of adaptation and the conditioned relief that never finds itself again after the thoughtfulness of others’ direction catches itself up again in strange medium. The narratives claw at the air itself, those directions that have taken people by their wind before; those places that leave you hollow and searched for years on end without courage enough for facing the disability in assumptions. Knowledge apart the empirical ownership of thought, that fullness protects itself in transparency and searching hides beyond the drum lines designed to distract and weapons meant to threaten those without the proper conveniences or contacts for such curiosities. Cautionary ridicule and the reiteration values of each are found each and every time they are met; tell us again, then, what we should need to understand what we are saying. Reminders of falling short or the short-sighted breaking your voice all over the place, leaving the parts missing for their own calculations and blaming you for the significance they imagine for you. A particular slice, with any number of offset paths splattering around it for instances of recombining and anticipation of practice within a medium. Scare-crows to do better for your work but for the main streams that cannot allow certain divergence or find any excuse to remove themselves from the guilt gained in greed and ignorance against origination. Reminded again, these outliers most vulnerable to those reactions and provocation techniques specialized to buy and sell the flesh and bones without their attachments. Just a certain weight of it will do for now, the rest they take in installments of cruelty and disgust for actual humanity and its need to continue. Prescriptions from capital relay themselves parts of participation and scar the traveling lengths against difference; adding forever to the inescapable surrenders imagined for the truly bold and courageous in thought. Justice forgives the truant and is ever removed; the appeal has been eaten up in idolatry. Along getting away from itself in lengths ripped out trailing clouds of splattering partiality and conundrum for combining or contracting substance from. There will still be ways to find privacy, these dark cavernous bodies holding together the pressure we could imagine ourselves beneath for the time to run itself in correct enough motive to collapse whatever concealment motivations and watch their structures realign immediately to more accurate and necessary indicatives. The validity of existence, the parts we are allowed to know about these dark caverns filled with potential grasp or release; the ways in which people are protected from information and the culture of illusion that installs itself instead the withdrawal of instincts, horrible insecurities and false puppeteer lies based on popular delusions and readily believed myth. How many ways have we been hypnotized to believe or disbelieve something based on opinions that have lasted centuries; how much of our information could possibly be correct with so much corresponding degradation and destruction of data happening? What we see beyond perspective is in no way sanctioned by those working against the freedom of information necessary to our comprehension of self. The sense of being stared at, more and more intense fears and trepidation at the sense of being taken from, or mistaken, or covered up. Differentiation of self from others, differentiation of reality from imaginations; differentiation of narrative from other narrative and dilemma. And voice. Moral right for copyright in America is a terrifying joke. Anti-copyright?

Task

The parts of page needed to see the boarder lines disappeared into broader stances of consideration and the withering trusts vanished beneath the guarded stacks of heaving weight. Converted the solitary fortitudes against the apriory and the grief in sharing as if it is always seen already; belonged somewhere in subjecting itself to dissection or must have behaved a certain way based on the divergent fractions of movement that no one will ever entirely decipher, the fluidity or pauses imagined in conditioned regard for the objects of perception that trick us into believing there is stillness around us, that anything is solid or sure. Avoidance of all ultimatum becomes the most terrible ultimatum, absolute conditioning for anything would prove itself the same dilemma of closed off discourse and inconsiderate unknowing that finds itself best by how you tend to defer what’s considered wrong. Just for instance, an absolute about an ultimatum or the constant inconsistency of the need for a proof for disproof, as if any common understanding of nothing or everything that’s missing could forge itself together well enough to barter against the ready tasks and reconsider parts that decipher themselves rather than define according to the surroundings or commonality. Variance to only particular construct: the mindfulness of consideration doesn’t hold to any particular diadem unless forced or unless given no other options besides. Wakeful desire or the sensationalism that leaves bereft even the most critical which ever if given enough time and honest attention would prove itself in the limits grown naturally, not those assumed as part of a non-participatory diadem, and not those solely conditioned from allowable rhetoric. Anyone known is solely to myself; any other that I could possibly encounter is subject to my own biases and directives. Will anyone ever meet? Other than anonymously? Forget the parts missing, the easily believable desirability norms and the places left as empty for those refusing the spectacled dream or contrite in desiring solitude necessary non-structure that irregardless builds. Neutrality ernesty and etiquette in the superstitions of everyday ritual and the posturing of character in the influence of thought and process beyond the thought of itself or of that beyond. A thought to think itself without, within. Togetherness that is assumed or that accidentally amuses in imaginary process that immediately describes itself in some form of interaction or immediacy upon encounter, or pardons itself beyond that responsibility for unconsciousness which binds itself against the currently accepted dialects and treats any reception from outside of itself as nutrients as data. that which is constantly forming and re-forming, never set or solid state, never absolutely decided or completely necessary, but sometimes indicative, and sometimes overwhelming in understimulation. Forgery dremt for friction to move along the sentencing of involvements in every single band floating through the air, in every single strand of electricity that flung itself to a nearby chord or telephone wire that hiccoughed and spat up pants caught aflame someplace in a wave of image or sound. Switch board operator poetry and complaint wary diction fighting the airs condensing the already tight spaces left the disappearing redundancy, the technological wave inference that must have been gathered to a particular pocket or curve for just a corrected instance for projecting that one very ultra important message for that one super opportunistic event or…more easily believed myths for the sake of mystical confusion and obstacles to actual coincident and real accidents. Free thought.

The Trees Shrugged

Rifts of sound or the constant humming imagined between the glances of horizon that assure us of another turn or console us with sunset color. There are differences in movement that regard themselves from the distances imagined for the line of sight and the movement necessary the sounds that are made without hearing them. Devices we save ourselves from or the conditioned expectations of darkness to overrun the pomp and circumstance of great astrological events. the earth could only center itself from the empty poles we imagined for the explorers who needed a name made for them or wandered so far there was no¬† sunrise or sunset, but still imagined warmth. disadvantages of plain views, there are cautionary frays of diligence beyond reason that want to look like the forestry with a naked eye. the trees staring at the sun all day, they wandered barely in spiral motions through their cavities and hollowed bark for years and years, just barely turning with the wobbling and inconsistency of day. Each changes for itself, the minute in detail and greater in full calendar, changes by moments for each new day, remembers the timing of the day before in paths of digestion and nutrients as data. Stored the last lengths and categorized another day as beginning or the end over some of the tallest ridges in the world drawn by magnetism; at some point, the reversal of wobble will hit us back into seasons of latitude or some strangely unnameable fanatical necessity in some other happening for our species, that must somehow exist to save us from the wreckage of our societies, of our culture and the ways in which we are capable of viewing the world around us. The reason of the nature noticed passingly and tucked easily away again in clicks along a sidewalk, in demonstrations of shadow and its texture in limits not of light but of wave, or stillness and clarity. Removals of distance between the sights we see and the way in which we view the world; the gaps of speculation or the spectacle of goggles to see that which otherwise eludes us, and to suddenly recognize the earth as not so dark or light as we had expected. Sunrise, sunset; the distances between a thought and the magnetism that put it there, the slightly set back form from the wobble of the earth in frequency and magnitudes of body and its incessant output of motion beyond movement and sound beyond actual hearing. How will i remember the places the sun will have shadowed for the eternity of moments that beg the pockets of clouds away? What will the trees slight from, will they shudder up radiant return for? what disappearance could make them shrug and leave grounds of moments hanging in the air partially fit for other paths, partially original before having formulated an actual originality? They respond to the vibrancy and reattach parts that were never missing, or breathe moonbeams of texture for mediums of response beyond actual fractions of minuteness and any amount of blame or easy answers for strange questions. There is no sense to realizations of inanimate objects, they don’t shudder in the dark the way we do, there is hardly a difference to be charted in reactions and the luminous caricatures of tree slime glowing along branches offsetting a trees growth through a pinhole never sufficient enough to reach those pardons of tactile inference that get lost in the sudden realizations. refractive spark from huge distances bouncing for dimension and luminously reflecting chance and the changes in bio-luminosity from mucousal biofilm and shifting dimensions of sunlight. Astronomical body, physiological fleshy dimensions of path formulated in long distance trips through atmosphere and short closures of zipped folds of reference.