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‘deriving pleasures from the decrepit and lonely even if only inside of their bedrooms of ivory suburban towers about to collapse from the changing world striking lightning upon their sacred structure wet in the appetite once the digestion has it in its swallow grip a shallow grave into which those indifferent beings are flipped… as the sacred begin gathering for an evening of the newborn annual rituals to again pivot upon formal format of the social breakdown as made into oblivious yearly calendar sequence to party the night away, where people degrade themselves as puppets to the fascist state from which history has compiled its survivors to be lead around by their psychopaths and a sociopathic corruption of the human trust sequence as evolved through the brink of distinct extinction of various other traits…’
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‘the ideas that assume to make one sexy or sellable by the backward standards of almost religious proportion on every billboard and television set in the world, it scars the person into thinking and adapting to this shock as regularity that cannot be avoided by everyone everywhere, and it is the fear of this viral information getting in that makes us this paranoid automatically… what are we missing that we need this abusive control to take place?…’
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‘as commented upon by ancient philosophers in their heyday, the elders and their elder gods before reason and logic ruled the land and seas and people, and it is Here with forgotten deities that the power of the fish came to symbolize an archaic enlightenment that does not make an appearance to all people… some people would rather have their lives insulted or assaulted by their “gods” as they are humbly below such creatures, but as both agent and content of a myth in progress we can divine a better destiny for a future present…’
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‘even as a new age dawns there still remains a very ancient mindset locked on channels too fierce to describe as you really must experience the cold and chill as denizens of the lower class do whose true power still as yet is reigned in like a slave to the fascist capitalist system that complies with no people’s demands, but instead respects nothing exceptional but a stabilizing command of the real as it is now made of quicksand peaking for temporary spans only in this survival-of-the-fittest bullshit in a patriarchal remnant of prehistory that prides the negative and the masculine drives to conquer and succeed at others’ expense, we have retained this way for too long to work in our favor any more as the odds have become too stacked to one side’s interests…’
out of Context;
‘the aggressive human insect works and toils at the raw earth and dirt to create something out of the dense patterns of everything real there is now available to us, the dark only lingers fat and limpid with potential energy as it keeps ever building further into the stratospheres of space/ time conundrum made living thing Here where the combination of ingredients has made all the difference in the evolving mentality of the species, but are we tricked into place believing the lies that permeate this informative topsoil thick with the particulars of the individual experience waiting to be somehow acknowledged…’
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‘we want the same things separately as each one ignorant of the other’s motives and desires… we attract like ideas to our own even from the earliest of beginnings, but they can become lost in the struggle with retaining a sense of Self through twin distractions of guilt and shame presented by the governing system forcing our emotions into a predictable place where ideas are opened to the random and sloppy manipulations of another person’s stupidity and ignorant haste, where the more predictable elements of the human machine that defy proper definition are the negative ones resisting the positive to create a charge that further propels us forward… but we are completely hostile toward another system even though it is easy to turn misdirected rebellion into misanthropic rejection in a culture that assassinates its free thinkers…’
out of Context;
‘the fear of mistake is what makes us repeat things that defeat ourselves even as a population like this allows for mistakes to happen naturally because of an idea such as total certainty as so certainly absurd… the false face first through the open window of opportunity for the time being as though there were always a guarantee of substance to be delivered on the other side of that thing crawling through the desert of the real built by the hands long deceased but committed to the labor, a spiritual foundation as represented by the symbolism of the buildings and archived philanthropy in the semi-religious writ of all previous generations who figure they are somehow linked with the greater understanding of everything…’
out of Context;
‘as avatars from the mark of a deranged group of minds while the past making waves ripple out further Here in the future where restless are the spirits as that now the nowhere has come around to offend the arch-evil with a new approach and a rationale to an old problem that has occurred before this… the felling of the established paradigm of authority after the shine has worn to a rusted collapse as the machine buckles against the vibrant positive energy of the social mind that meets at grand cross-sections of people, the classic model is one that states eventually the sudden changes resurrect a hierarchy working out of sight to achieve greater goals inclusive to a few who might think they know what is best based upon a pointed opinion without any actual participation…’
out of Context;
‘this life formed of egg and sperm as the breakdown or zero point perhaps for the organic life led to this day, and Here we meet again through the cacophony of the rational/ irrational arguments going on and off like switches between electric friends in empty rooms to lead the energies that flow like water back to the present tangential shapes that take place without the need for deed or reckless act…. only a certain amount given up for understanding the timing as it haunts the crevices of the reading brain in action as it analyzes what the filter allows to enter this mind, a distinct un-motion perhaps made even though i may seriously doubt that idea as absurd speculation on my part, and this is because the mind is organic portal grown with many cells …’
out of Context;
‘something cthonic, even with hideous ideas of cosmic evil that Lovecraft unleashed into the grand subconscious stream when using the adjective, comes from the dark unknown underneath which it was erringly changed to mean the depths of the sea at first perhaps before the outer space was a reference last… the hive demonic intelligence is our own at one end of the spectrum, related to the hive mind of the human animal that pushes us out so many clones in line with varying directions of motion throughout our lives on this planet, and yet no matter how we might beseech the system it will not yield to our frequent harangues for argument…’