There is never enough for all if all is just a few cutting through the contrasts with the dull edges, blunt instruments, scribbles that pretend to emote while behavior becomes habits no longer debatable, made all the more evident, because of no discourse other than leading astray with that sentimentality that tends to emphasize the top down push of tiers delivered with an emphasis on a superficial veneer effective enough to benefit from the gaps between, an allotment of slots, shuffled to resemble choice or options, revealing mostly gaps in the passersby as the efforts to congregate are conditioned, bent to shape, to shift, or direct the flow of movement along paths predetermined to sustain, all the same sensations, comforts made attainable by uniformity propelled onward into a fixed arc, but not beyond, queued up with all the rest for that, all the rest being never a natural progression, so ably impeded and touted as only an option, meaning the only one eligible to be aligned with or invited to pass up, but certainly offered as an exclusive opportunity, readily available, upon acceptance of uneven terms laid out plainly and propagated by simple gestures requiring complicity while never seeming implicit, while the fewest of exceptions never make the rule a tendency to pause and seek a lightness clarifies the transitions, or harsher traits, of opportunity ever leaning on the where for explaining wherefore whereas a more honest assessment points to access, the who gets to play facilitating who gets the pay as if options are possible only within some limit.
[2021/12/01-31]