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‘in the middle of fascist extremes burning with a feared and gory staked claim upon a nightmare conscious of what it can do to Man through his dreams of horrible profit and grandiose vibrations toward power, and calling for the inferior to give everything to the feet of their new master who could kill them whenever he chooses to kill those who especially participate in what he chooses to call the system… ‘government’, that grinding machine that chews down the tissue and marrow into sizes that fit as well with the outrage as the degree of disgust that this supposedly optimal system plays against to further the overall atmosphere of frustrations that make their appearance known so easily, but questions of whether this dirty beast will go away or be tamed by the reasoned and logical…’
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‘as time shifts, possibility opens and contracts like a giant dilating cyclopean eye perhaps the mind’s eye as seeing from a god’s perspective of selflessness that creates its own aura of selfishness contracting and narrows the connective tissue in these new synthetic gods we become, but are we the fools becoming leaders or the leaders becoming fools in the saturnalia that recycles our energy throughout the cosmos Here in the cult of tomorrow… the roles and energy get expended and moved about from creature to creature like a vast circuit that works channeled from a sudden involved understanding that ebbs into frustrated ignorance as we hit our lows on unique radii of timing that has moved long before we ever could have even been considered conscious entities, choosing to forget all this as we begin to attune…’
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‘this modern age moving beyond the solitary mind as it individuates experience equally between all of us, in tune and burning off those detrimental skins that continuously ignite and shed themselves from the darkened heart of the animal Man who relives the chaos of raw earthen desire and conflict, but this is merely another myth in the making as hell begins to appear to eat the deceptive cunning out from the new reality we are creating together which has no need of conspiracy except as marker for the stream of lies shooting out of the mouths of the artful interpreters taking the time to subtly weave each striking piece of artifice to the ideology depicted on the faces of these warriors racing for a finish line… the challenge subsumes the direct witness…’
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‘all the fashionable drugs and boutique excesses are in there for one to get rehabilitated away from in the assembly line functionality of our conversations and willingness to let all the information go through the cliche that we consider personal to put it mildly… as we equip our next generations to be prepared with the blankest of dedication that has b(r)ought all this “happiness” so far, right, or am i even lying to myself by now?… grinding the self smaller and smaller until not even the odd fingernail remains to be forgotten about by the cruelly systematic destruction that the oblivious few dare the masses to move away the old wheels pulling and wrench the steering out of control…’