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Secrets are anxiously being kept with a behavioral struggle, as one of the special few enters the room; obviously preoccupied with his thoughts. Bottom teeth are nipping his upper lip tucked tight, rope acting as added mastic reinforcement, for his otherwise bitten tongue. Ordered by his authorities to hush his puppy trap, or else… Fear of consequence leaves will power to fight off the urges that voice egg this silence, almost beyond breaking point. Grinding gears linkages’ full grown wisdom tooth. Blood begins to fester from a crevice, pooling up and fading color as sweat beads from every pour. A drop falls from the nose's tip, momentarily reminding him to keep it clean. Left arm takes a desperate appearance; dramatic exhalation, frantically patting down his back side. Relief sighs hanky, saves this rear from near death, experienced if only instantaneously, so does it vanish into the memory foam that evaporates. Illusionary anxieties that are all too real. Too often do silent secrets hold the dark-man-majority fending off beast’s remote of dumb-blind control. Rage would seem defaulted reaction, but sealed lips tell no lies by omission's special fact. Spoiled rotten litter crop dust mad cow pest hand me down; shoe. Secrets kept silent by best friends’ false impersonation, left hope less faith stolen. It's no wonder he said his name was Rob? Crook clinches his jaw grinding teeth, fighting off the compulsive squeal. Integrity overthrown at barbarian's hand, that a razor edged blade once conspired, begging your pardon. Unable to mend lacerations when knowledge cut the throats of the few who could only be looked down upon once pedestal lifted higher eyes. Betrayal of integrity; murder’s associated conviction locked away from the grinders’ lower outlook, as decay tartars build up a stained existence, evident when generation next locate systematic flaw’s plaque. Riots rage wild, setting fires’ self-seeking justice perfect recipe revenges, reciprocated actions equally unjust. Transforming their ignorant innocent bliss, by becoming that they swore in family names, mortally impossible, achieved the utter improbable. In eyes blink anxiety taken refuge, as their lips fester from a bitten tongue, with application of mastic. Grinding wise teeth, as they themselves, knowledgeably, harboring secrets vast majorities, ordered by higher eyes to remain silent. Humilities’ pity related, only by the same hate that government enlist fabrication armies of vocal attacks, imaginary connecting dotted-boundaries, lined with installed, illustrious fear. Cycle this repeatedly into space time continuum as links’ chains seem indestructible. Silence high jacking freedoms’ conception, until courage presents possibility’s presence. Cowards’ mute in progress presently, such coarse remains, anxiously awaiting the apocalyptic squeal of vacant ears, with one true hope; to return voices back to this totality formation, combined collectively, corrupted, and tragically flawed; silent majority. -8-29-15

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