As it were, we stumbled upon a certain and bizarre township of peoples. Where; each had the physical distinction of one over-grown and red bulbous gigantic personal appendage en protrusion. From a massive nose, to a singular disproportionate foot; a 318% overgrown irritated and swollen singular appendage. There this town forever shows itself cast into; that place of forever shame.
Most of the town now preoccupied throughout any given day, in the assistance of operational progression [on through grid of mimeticly driven partial existence] though never completes nor be adequate en "unequal abundance". We become one another's burden in expectation. Is there a perceived tempo or pace; that missing place towards myself and oblivion?
I will not contend a far right wing nor equal en unequal balance that far left. One to believe in Equal Treatment, in all unequal situational events (en time and place or space). The other to boast of a natural accumulation of governmental magnetic order unto fascist overlording.
The Truth always lies in that third point, in the distance ...in between.
Stellarmass13
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