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Oppression is feeling dazed and confused, something you do to yourself repeatedly, while smoking, because of sexual frustration, a generational gap, and recurring nightmare to seemingly platonic parents.

You stop, you put it down, and you feel the clarity in bed, trying to sleep, from the forced high of breathing in clean oxygen, now the atmosphere is healing, with fluctuating external temperatures; from so much UN enforcement of the ban of fossil fuels through legislation, by the anti-arguments, against global temperature rise.

What rapidly rises, rapidly plummets, so premature stopping of both sins seems obstinate, but the planet needs a rest, like us. And so, this has led to forms of abuse, to push another type of sin, modification, in surgery, genitalia enlargement, and shrinking, self-satisfaction and Pinking. Do we abstain from satisfaction, and go mad, or just scream out our pain, the mechanics are changing.

Some want to die on a high, most just want glory, so do not whatever you do, consider suicide. We tend to copy behaviour as an animal of habitual nature; you can gain and lose fans in a second. The eternal high, is natural in human nature right now because we got so used to being uncivilised, and extreme in our highs and lows.

Now remember the lows you used to go through.

Maybe we are just processing our past, through devolution.

Have faith in God.

I’m sure life will get more communally exciting the sooner we gather with similar ideas on how to improve communication and have an impact on instigating ideas in our communities.

There is still room for contemplation.

Love AB X

AMEN