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‘the titanic fiends with their apocryphal dreams hardwired into their heads without a single regard for a real human life, but rather just the repetition of this life that gives way to an unused potential through greed and manipulation and this survival urge twisted into a game to be played by those without even knowledge of rules, the frightened cower there in their own selfish pools of urine as the form drops dead without warning… though this is only a symptom of how wrong we can be, and the repercussions of standing by those concepts through to an unholy fruition for mad ideas bordering on false glory…’
out of Context;
‘the ego-driven majority planning assaults on the human psyche… we must end this diseased oppression that makes the sickness too serious to bear by this society as a whole, and it is the fault of the individual in not bringing to the forefront the wrongs to be corrected in the capitalist cesspool, our money is nowhere to be found in our pockets as labor translates directly into sustainability… the dueling sides alive inside the divided person’s mind, conceive the fantastic strictness of which we uphold as holy this ideal of perfection unrelenting from the false god force that tries to ignite the world into flames…’
out of Context;
‘it is necessary to use these words we have chosen to say more than can be easily expressed… we have a difficult task to try and make our challenges worthwhile in the same breath as being willing to challenge our unconscious resistance to understanding, but still cannot merely put all of our energy into one avenue of thought or conceptualization because that leaves too much beyond the doorway to scare us into submission… we must have no fear when trying to complete this quizzing reality each before us… the puzzles presented are the abstraction of ancient history, and we have need of our observant guides from within before the civilization becomes caustic as another dark experiment in space, but how to pay attention properly to their words?…’
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‘only gods cull their flock to take some and leave the rest to learn greater lessons, those left are treasured by pillaging machine that society becomes in a blank and static age, but the rape of the earth and its resources leaves many of us the villainous culprits by default… so take out all the loans you can, and smoke them while you have got them, maybe at least then those left can finally reset this terrible situation… gloat the bloated corpse with its painted disgraceful ways, sitting in that funeral home basement waiting to be shown like a dead debutante in the grim glory of them who have something left to live for, and as a reminder of what we have yet to escape from now… the lesson of mortality…’
out of Context;
‘the mortal stab into flesh that wounds and betrays the human urge to die when this rotten thing plays games against righteous change, that familiar system we have grown to love to hate as the blame wears on, and the shallow things still roam the earth like twisted and disguised and disgusted creatures that try to control life even as life contradicts their ways… sometimes this all reaches far too deep to leave alone into that pit of fears called ‘gun’, where virtual motive and actual motive are conjoined as twin energies released from inside this lurching brain transistor as the signals reach the dissected pace made to move through the skin encasing so thinly this virtual plane of reality…’
out of Context;
‘the day off in this weird state of disgrace is not a fair trade for less pay these days, as the heat grows worse by the seconds ticking away, and trapped in a hoodoo series of obstacles to prevent safe passage to the unwary… the shadows hold more than empty within them, you are the shadow when you are dead, and thus need to make whole your own dreams of unique selective direction… the dystopia opens out into one’s soul hoping for glimmers of respect in the eyes of the many, while the cruel cycles twist the winds into directions that give no yield to human harmony, and the fragments of sanity that compel one to subdue the true self is really insanity…’
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‘the ghosts in every room look at us much differently than we look at each other as flesh and bone creatures, their shadows are longer and resist the darkness as a means of transposing their substance which is now dark matter/ energy carrying the conscious as an intangible vessel, but these things we are only supposed to learn as fiction becomes real to all of our senses at once… the vanguard of the singularity, as though it were like a gateway to another dimension, is what one might term the ‘Singular’… at one time, the scales lift and lower to reveal the shock that comes with this transcendental growth that purges from our minds as though like a wave of particles shooting across the room from our mind’s eye…’
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‘we are each our own law made manifest by the dual natures of certainty and its shadow opposition, in the dark matter which inhabits space the essence of mind creates/ fills that imaginary frame of time, and it hangs over our heads as the truth fascinates and infatuates the whores and the fiends who traipse in and out of influence over the aspects to our own world… we are mated with brilliant sparks called life that requires us to think inside as much as beyond ourselves, destined to make the maps necessary for the function of style in which we become accustomed and all-too righteous in defense of, but we make ourselves stare at the sun for reasons we could never possibly fathom if only to just imagine…’
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‘as the spinning energies wear thin on the skin of the cosmic void, and we are taunted/ haunted by the idea of eventual collapse without hope to lift us above our fears and panic, to allow us the motion of drifting on our laurels once the satisfaction threshold is breached by human will… the essence of the emptiness surrounds like a dream that all of us participate within, the rigid systems we employ are only temporary gears to displace ourselves further from a conscious removal of self, and we seek to interact with while at the same time deny others from looking inside of our minds…’
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‘i do write as though my freedom were compromised on all levels but this one portal at my fingertips, there are shameless attempts to provoke a reaction from any kind of audience that will make the effort to read my work, and i have heard from close sources that some of my best “work” consists of these momentary diatribes of non-fiction… sometimes you might call it ‘prosetry’ in a way of containing the contradiction in action, the mind boils fervent energy like water in a kettle, and what leaks from the interaction of living substance is a caustic expression of what it takes to be real Here… these are the distracting qualities of the human experience…’