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‘making the burning bushes fit into a slot left for a crucifixation peg, in other words recognizing that others’ judgment is provoked into being through the use of the most powerful of righteous example to make change occur, and after the fact many have abused the jargon of religious hegemony to make a king/ fool relationship out of these terminal human observances… in this case, it is the retaliation of the enslaved humans against the humans believing themselves to be masters of physical and esoteric secrets, and these ivory league elite being thick-headed enough to think that they are the only ones with this ability… a real example of the worst kinds of hoarders, keeping the sources of all forms of knowledge a private affair instead of a naturally free and public access…’
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‘we are just as integral a part in this cosmic chain of events as any other beings, but we house alien transmitters in our brains that act as organic portals to the realities outside of our own conjoined material plane of purpose, we all do have purpose as i feel it necessary to state the obvious now… we are with a purpose to serve a higher function simultaneously, but are easily confused between what we are taught and what we feel is right, as we are coming closer to moving to reconfigure the reckless behavior of “Man” in these many dark ages past our prime number… the few cannot control the many without the many giving them the authority to do so, and thus defuse whole arrays of sage connective information and tissues…’
out of Context;
‘as use of many levels of shared experience becomes accessible to the larger perspective that humanity is on the path of this progress… like dueling badgers just humming along to the strumming of banjos as the caption reads; ‘reality the way it really is’, this is the redneck disease of human ignorance that has plagued our kind since we have allowed others to usurp our ideals and hard work towards establishment of the social mind over the hive, but it is so damned difficult to wipe out all the bugs from within as without… such is life under the freakish glass dome we abuse to protect ourselves and our kind, letting there grow this self-inflicted authority upon the rest of civilization…’
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‘in many ancient times passed even as we recall the surface glamor romantic of the dark ages in history, there were roles that functioned on the human wavelength to utilize the physical prowess and hard-working capability of these creatures, but now there is the quality of an obsolete essence clothed in shrouds and death images to make it appear daunting to the naked witness… the digital plagues have come and gone as more of us engineer ways to function in that new reality in further and deeper ways than our imagination would normally allow, but that is how infused with progress we really are Here as the material moves to fulfill our requested actions albeit through a vessel that resembles vaguely human features…’
out of Context;
‘once everybody knows the rhetoric, everyone begins to repeat and parrot those lessons that the individual deems worthy, whether this assumption is made on the basis of family or religion varies… the values that become engrained by this odd process of cultural elimination and assimilation is a startling order, attempting to rearrange all the parts per million that there are Here, and to manufacture a perfect circuit of force and form to make the will of gods manifest… no one remains a non-entity for long in this world, the energy is on loan for only a few intervals of time and motion until the organic tissue breaks down into ooze of a primal nature…’
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‘we are glorified caretakers that abuse our privileges too often to take notice of ourselves, but the mind police are Here too, trying to winch gratuitous gluttony of the beast we have diseased into existence… too little too late, as their too overcautious excuses clutter the headroom needed to get around in this expanding lounge space where the alien meets the animal struggling to make a human resemblance, a human connection so as not to be truly left alone, every performer wants an audience after all… not all of us can give the expected response that our society of standards requires of us, but instead we rebel against the grain of the indoctrination, compelling us to eat the same shit…’
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‘the game is afoot, my dear witness… there is abundance in the fields of our imagination, but we cater only to those retarded minions who fool themselves into thinking they have the power to stop it if they want to, however that is the lure in which to reel them all in… the doomed have their many uses, but generally are not all that smart until the time comes to learn, even morons can swing the cat by the tail… the siren serene as howls grow more unrelenting still, and the pigs take all that they can get and more until they split, very few people rarely ever talk with a grown-up voice… that balancing equation is too wrong of man as instrument of fate…’
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‘don’t forget, what you see is what you get, and sometimes not even then because of how fucked our system truly is by now… the discretion seems too much to tolerate, a judgment call too damn wicked to retrieve from the dark hallow halls of power without the proper resolve of brown on the tip of your nose, and the idiot madness that comes with working the different angle into your dragging ethic of focus and limitless possibility… the culture will try its damnedest to rub your nose in the filthy mess we all have contributed to in order to make you think that only one person could ever be responsible for the disasters intermittent throughout the state of our present world, but these are all lies and propaganda…’
out of Context;
‘there are discrepancies in this story, the rebellion is cut short by the genes of the lurking manipulators whose only reason to bring children into this plane is the creation of a scapegoat, and to inflict a sense of “world” order upon the more inferior of classes… what lies we are fed and oblige to continue to believe even as those ideals are proven wrong to follow closely… even as the naive lamb is run to the slaughter by the heartless mob mentality called ‘society’, there are tears of joy that conflict with the rage and anger at betrayal from the hands of leaders because they wish the changes to push themselves to the forefront of the human consciousness, and set about to cryptically terrorize and cannibalize the remains of what justice we ever had…’
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‘libido taken for granted… our culture makes us rodent-like, scrambling into the dark whenever we have a thought that isn’t a standard, that sudden potential taken too far… what keeps one sane amidst all the wrong-doing?… our modern porno-graffiti subduing the good orgones gone bad, easily repressing or denying the lowest common denominator of human sexuality, but with no other reality than the expression of every feel good aspect there could ever have been like a pack of nerves raging to hard-on… there is no way to really capture and try to convince anyone that what you are doing has a purpose, especially among the fascist hordes breeding all around you, and following the popular chanting hymns…’