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‘as holier than thou to possess these instincts as well as these experiences which bias and offend becoming catalyst to the social drama reset to start again whether a daytime epic that fuses a working life inside of a contingent myth as lengths of linear time frame the mind striving to advance beyond these oft-contemptible ages as an immortality craved by those oblivious eyes and devout minds of a paranoid being snuffed out at a moment’s peace as a preparation for the end as penultimate goal to surviving this cosmic shank in the spine used as a demon logic of an imperial swine song sung along to with ignorant obnoxious wails…’
out of Context;
‘as smoking can be one of those outcast habits taken for granted Here in this day and age as decay and slave wages leading the dreams of another day astray addicted to a pain as a need that will not relent for anything but curious for the new as it estranges the old as popular intrusive trends move through societies like sickness trying in vain to redeem those qualities thought lost or useless and toxic as a cosmic recycling program denoted by sages passed, out and over with the immortal of vernacular in words become as coins dripping from the golden lips of the goosed flesh of national debt creating a tension in our midst with heads full of ideas and no one to listen without the filter of a judgment to really listen…’
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‘on demand under a natural management, but we exploit and expand using the edges to mimic and mock this mystical production on command to be controlled existence called ‘Mankind’ as the new religious icon as holy and dazed as much deified and razed up as savior to humanity’s ways curious and cruel at this same time… no shaving emptiness off of these lies as they dance across the eyes and ears to settle the arguments and their people in the seats of power they have become used to as ineffectual demons sunk into the hellish oblivion we are made to live through…’
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‘inside such a succulently-caged organism… this shameless age of endarkenment that is making little sense as example because a logic in retrospect hasn’t occurred to affect positively the trend to switch these frames and phrases in order to meet any demand needed to break the cycles upon cycles of which deliberate obscurity a subtle sheet of proliferating ignorance moving slowly clouds in the mind’s sky stormy, in that fluctuating organ allowing for sight into imagination as the positions where a mortal life remains tethered to the Here and Now though this “mind†as we yet know it doesn’t need to stay completely immersed in an organic reality…’
out of Context;
‘a steady droning rhythm coalesces from the air observing the odd moods enchanting as a stubborn object implemented into this muscular tapestry displaying a harmony of synchronization moving from the subtle station to shroud through our substance, and resonating so deeply in its penetrations of spiritual ebb and flow through cosmic wave gyrating slowly by our standards as like a glacier causing a change too personal yet to command a better mental shield that should appear and protect those unaware of this as a perception switching movement occurring between us because of this, in a distinct tension created by the mere mention of any sensitive subjects…’
out of Context;
‘discussions between friends and foes alike somewhere… the teasing of a massive mob mission mentioned as decision made to try fixing those fixated on a harmful intention stayed as the hand of fate turning into puppeteer by humans lacking a faith reinforced by little more than imagination gluing pieces into brittle amalgam as cheap movement tries to stay structured, genetic encoding standard dying to vie for some alternate futures stored kept cold and stocked in the back where unknown history is open for the challenged debating as staked claiming to judge and demand a hassling shock set loose…’
out of Context;
‘laugh now at the dismissing ways of the ignorant mass stiff with competitive opportunism up its ass like a stick stuck even as this charismatic cystemic infection is in a process of covertly coveting your ass trying to scare you into choosing any sides in a subtle struggle to become dominant, the cruel insulting jokes choking a soft oft-mated companion in cheque by the patterns of chosen games piling up like unwanted discards in a deck before the dealing of hands we are given to raise up to the privilege of our past seeking defensive glances as we soon hold information to which we are privy far too close to our chests to ever read clearly…’
out of Context;
‘histrionic account of what it is happened since we arrived on this planet… male energy as masochistic as machismo infecting a worldwide worry machine manifest as the natural mutant to harsh and obscene consequences officiated by oblivious idiots too obvious to take anything real seriously except for their own selfish welfare distorted in a proportion out of place with what real living takes, and yet the idols we seem used to as worship were all men figured as leader respected more than others even though their powers were only as good as the people who chose to follow them speculating a future without their savior too late to claim a fruitful escape from history turned chains by civilizations of consensus spent warping time and space…’
out of Context;
‘as the top flows fluidly into the bottom throes of a loaded cosmic barrel without the notice of more than a few individual visions made to fit the mainstreaming as powerful functional meaning into the solid words we say so casually, i see with the eyes of god in the voice of this man within who is me trying to move so carefully amid these entrapping things that sting and burn and enmesh with reality and my perceptions of what is real, and dealing with askew a dichotomy of phobic intent searching as like a wailing banshee to free the demon quirk afflicting our sights as they meld with the rest…’
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‘the damage is caused then cleaned up like nothing had ever happened in the first place with deceiving seeds seated at the start of a dysfunction made real in consequence to deal with for many of these as generations to come bleeding through like light shown through a prism… the separate strands of colors our selves drip down to pool at our feet like a worshipful tribe to imbibe for our approval the gist and the jism of the situation presented before us, many of us caught up in following our bliss that we do not ever seem to see the other side as terror ablyss to contradict our needs and desires from the manifest as a simple investing in ourselves, but curious if we hear our hearts why fear our fearts?…’