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‘a greater structure meant to be in Here to maintain and struggle under the watchful eyes of mechanical angels and the street demons left alive after the meltdown becomes a rhyme we teach our own children in the line behind us as spawns of the next age of defeat and suffering implied… the collapsing reality of a bubbling crude politeness in the lieu of a fake political correctness that crushes our sanctity into place those natural and most fertile tessellations like smoking hate bombs utilizing most of our auxiliary energy bent to nefarious ends in themselves, and taking the whole mess with it into the wake of futuristic speculations that none of us seems directly privy to as information swarms and pulls at the subconscious states…’
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‘IT’ is that this machinery lacks from becoming a living whole in a retarded collective of urges on loan from the higher organisms that eat and feed on the soul watching with glued eyes as the human drama unfolds from life to life to change the bizarre ways of Mankind into a humanity worth developing further along the cosmic chain of events in time-honored traditions of the past, but legions open on the fringe hope that some slip or miss will occur to make the confidence loosen the skin bounded on bones with as limber hearts and muscles and tone can be aging the souls to shortened wavelengths all trying…’
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‘new motivation to try and make things different for the better that lies beyond temporary catharsis of a festival or carnival or circus… we need to go forth and start new towns where the states of mind we share are not just redundant chitchat to be had between friends and foes of enemies alike, the snappy patter of wit and ironic that has boiled down to inane and brainless immersion into empty quotes and vapid anecdotes that describes a life meant to adapt to the picaresque inertia we have allowed ourselves to forget so that we may return from the shambles once we get there, but what of those lost souls who will never grow up to be the people their kind have anyways wanted them to be?… we are all developing apart and as a whole…’
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‘unwanted bugs forced out by a poisonous poultice that acts as a harmful gift with a limited scope of blessings while reacting allergic behind the scenes as an ally to the more “humane” methods of killing off insurgents in a given region, we could study all day the habits and flaws of the populace in general even though nothing could ever really save us from their problems except for compassion in the strictest sense, and that would mean an overhaul of the insult culture we have come to know and love and hate with a kind of sense of passion that throws the conformists off their chairs in whining gobs like mad infants…’
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‘a new township of toxified nature made death in cancerous watery sublimation of the living breath that has taken so many lives as is already in abundance and waiting to arrive, but yet there are these little intrigues that humanity gets sucked and fucked up into as obsession takes the soul core of control tempering the curiosity as everyone has taken and given for granted as respect for the distinction the terrible honor of killing by decision or decree signing the name to command and authorize severe penalties from one who sits too far from the view of the slaughter…’
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‘hundreds of years pretty much soaking into the popular mystique of culture as many of the myths reinterpreted by the profits that resemble the signs for followers baptized in the rivers of money that have sprung out of the pools of blood and sweat and tears spent to be funneled into the cold hard cash as it appears like fate in the bleak and harsh landscapes taken for granted in difference of opinion and glad-handing the truth, to be groped like a sleeping beauty in a room sedated to be a person invoked as interpretive oracle to the wizened pervert’s whirled and suffering cesspool which calculated risks have endeavored to fixate and dismiss into the screaming of rage in the background where the money is used as tragic filter by which the state draws its lines…’
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‘that damage and blood that lies distilled by time in tension’s grip weighted by the sequential aspect seeking out harmony while then also pushing others to trip and fall disarmed from doing anything that will seem pure or clean… the hosted myth laying in wait to crack out of the shells in our mind’s eye moving with a face-hugging urgency to overtake the jerks with a citizens’ arrest revealing the truth in our self-police state where the equalization of pressure is a necessary step in the right direction instead of the swill of needing to spill the blood of the infidel that resembles the you in me as well as the figures manipulating the economic rules in their juxtaposition of the natural truth, still serving…’
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‘everyone has problems with movement whether it is with the internal combustion of the human heart made through irregular beatings in the chest, or the happenstance trickery that occurs with trying to remember everything you need while racing out of the door for some planned event you are nervous both to attend and miss at the same time, we catch ourselves needing so much more time to steady the nerves of that nervous next step to reality as much entering into our cells as us entering into that moment of realization… at some point we must make that coveted leap of faith into the fray without the banishing powers that become so difficult to resist at every other point in life, and just go with the energy wherever it takes us as the once-scary confrontation unfurls…’
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‘early on, church was not a word i associated with comfortability or community but with constriction and the kind of elitism that allows the shunning of another human being out of superstition and status correction, and obviously that did not come to last in my childhood as you may call it the devil inside me that ached against such restrictive bonds… i say as yet we are still in the throes of so many other obligatory vectors that combat our psyches on a constant basis when struggle over unity should be the last things to force themselves upon our minds, but even before i was ever conceived of…’
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‘i might have heard had i listened for longer than the two seconds i normally allow, straining my ears to hear back to a time when other happenings might have occurred and even a pounding bass noise from fantasy perhaps were all things lost in the debris that i tossed in my share to clean the mess and without attending the party… a first from their history in that house where discord kept company with all the drunken debauchery, and perhaps sleeping gently still to this very day but none will know except for the inhabitants that linger and congregate where discord and fate shall not wither…’