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‘where we are the guilty and floundering spirit of innovation as peak oil drains from the stocks and barrels keeping this crashing lifestyle afloat, we are still always rediscovering that information that unknown sources have intentionally tried to keep away from our prying minds, and the conspiracies are not just in the throes of theory anymore as we are living in the pre-apocalypse age of conspiracy fact that we have been manipulated from the start…’
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‘organizing the thoughts in order of their priority, even as the priorities shift from one hand to the other, but what impedance from this charging tirade out of the mouth of the philosophers stoned… to extol that an inkling of the just and righteous is within me is purely false advertising on my part, but there are other parts to perhaps look toward when contemplating a phuture so phat and deep with a sleeping fortune of tortured contortions, the imagination stirs a beast that waits in the farthest shadow reaches of personal time and space…’
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‘we are an act of god, but what is it that we are calling god?… are we always thinking of classical reference when we speak of that mystical mass beyond the skylight?… by classical of course i mean to imply the historic tales of the Olympians, the Egyptian and every pantheon known to the anthropomorph-romantic manner of humanity, taking the hearth wisdom of ages beyond our recollection through oral and literal traditions… harnessing our cultures into place for a rebirth into unified sanctum with each other as a whole, or is this yet another lie hiding within their arsenal?… to transmit these sacred implications gives me no right to take hostile stances towards everyone else Here, but what else have i to do when at times i have a difficult time liking myself…’
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‘disguised by the blatant misdirection to create an atmosphere of panic and manipulation… the veil designed to eliminate confronting our worst sides of self, made to describe the many things with metaphor and analogy on the other side of this “god wall”, and Here we are still straining and staining the ground to hold us all together…’
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‘placated by massive amounts of “good” drugs to appeal to our commercial gods haunting us via the television lands projected into our minds, shamed into thinking we are nothing if we do not buy into the current regime which of course is part of the lie they feed us, and the guilty meat surges through our intestines forcing us to be hopeless tools in the societal discombobulation…’
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‘the caustic sanity intense and remote as the human struggles with attainment of some probable equalization, distractions of all manners smacking one in the face without respect of forewarning, and this dream flows and foibles its way along the destination to something lifelike… the state of bliss fragmentary and not always so quickly attained as each “shortcut” only illuminates a single particular consequential path, and even these routes eat energy only to output a shallow and dangerous trick of the mind, this is where the delusion starts…’
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‘the sluggish inner dimension blown wide open for the furnace chamber it is, the heart centered at the top of the ribs, and the pulse a dead beat rising in rhyme to the reason twisting the corpse alive… the labyrinthine threads through which the needle eye accepts only a few, the straws that break the camel’s back, and your mother becomes suddenly struck awake and alive as well… up through that rotted birth canal which we all jettison through, the womb has no other choice than to obey the fist, this the where the creative purge comes in handy, so-to-speak… the Slow Children are not necessarily retarded children, but merely socially unacceptable mental cases to some degree, this is the haunting realism to the situation currently prescribed the vacant mind through a spastic reflex media…’
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‘I love you all… even if we never visit again this rich and splendid foulmouthed fountain called earth, i will champion this halfbreed attempt at humanity, but only as the ephemeral mood has hit me in the burning candle of life….the incandescence is bright and intense from inside, but once outside the center of the flame, the universe might seem expansive quite objectively to one with the eyes to see it from that distance… where the flame resembles the calescence of our cosmic solar star game, and humanity crawls upon but one planet circling graciously and pseudo-synchronously with the other hulking masses still, waiting and influencing the drama as it begins unfolding through us and the rest of the environment Here… pausiously stepping out with daggers in hand…’
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‘the matted mane of hair in the eyes, the stage opened up wide as you try and fail to hyde the syde that styles your pryde, but why even seek the need to obfuscate the mind’s eye?… with all the weight we each carry, it is an impossible act to accept and admit when one is corrupted through being another chemical missionary, and the company pharmacopoeia tries to sap the brain and energy necessary to break the cycles of pain… to generate a thought from the organic transmitter lodged with electrical impulses to run the circuits, chemical mechanisms moving without word, but merely the right frame of insight to guide an escape through the days…’
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‘the metaphysical data just below the heart, and on fire with the friction of every day as the dynamo spins… propaganda urges pushing and tempting the people to terrorize themselves by their own hands, stalking a populace made for management and manual labor, and the hooves of the devilry ruling with cackling madness simulation of royalty… compulsion of derision for the under classed and downtrodden as they spray into the streets for a fix of the good life, but to each unique required step to reach the dream, there are many who would wish to see the other plummet to their death… there is never quite so complete an ending to any life, but how many of us held captive really live through this thing called ‘existence’?…’