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‘reckless after money and power in the face of oppression just to be looking right because no one wants to be caught dead and wrong in the same breath while breathing asleep from the heavy things that drop onto our heads everyday like masochist balloons weighing down the end before it ends like a curtain falling over our outlook on a reality that doesn’t believe in opportunity or happiness without suffering… A trick of the dicks who think they run this place to get anywhere you need to be tamed by shit as beginnings come so quickly before the sweet individuation truly occurs to the newly human guinea pig in training on this animal farm experiment where you are the dead to remain exactly where you are, make no move…’
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‘situation, and a result witnessed once the final decisions come to impart certainty that looks like wisdom and law to the collective of the species to share and utter amongst themselves as they work to challenge personally what the collective has come to assume as experienced second-hand which breaks direct communication to further analyze details indirectly applied to one’s own condition in the day-to-day confrontation with societal obligation and rituals to subdue the human energy into labor and production for the hierarchical order that has been grinding down real civilization down to its stumps while practicing to fool a world population into believing in debt crisis to distract away from the actual perils…’
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‘left with our own devices to keep us in comfort and stable as the assailing erosive nature takes away pieces of the souled out reality we inhabit today like an odd zoo for mechanical animals wandering somewhere deep into the forest, a wilderness of the real time effort drawn through the generations possessed like objective channeling sources of material coming to fruition amidst the atmosphere of hyper-paranoid yet unaware personal relevance, and perhaps it is the valence and vector of this measure that afflicts the distracted whole of humanity castrated by society’s constriction upon the wavelengths shot perpendicular to the frequencies flowing past the mere parallel of this particulate real time endeavor as life calls upon us to act on the energy we were infused with through the after birth scenario desecrating the tomb…’
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‘disguised to be the “normal” childhood for an American boy in the modern decade of the Eighties, when the corporate corruption within this governing system reached a new and despicable high in mass mind control as the consumerist plague wiped out most of the decency left from prior ages leaving fear and paranoia as replacement in the wake as this side of humanity starting to drift… this idiot whose works you are reading now…’
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‘more than just purely the impulse of imagination, as it is the intricate and complex webbing of a layered acceptance of all those winding routes of knowledge and manifest experience to be intertwined as the “ultraquiot” accepts both life and death through the filter of reality… perceptual reality or “un-reality”, perhaps the word ‘Maya’ as interpreted into a whole culture called ‘Mayans’, but instead of prior ancient peoples we will refer to our ‘Mayans’ Here as the materialists enthralled by their materialism in play as masses obey to their sway… so let the great shit talking begin, i am a walking conscious disease as perhaps previous posts have stated or implied in all too many vague ways…’
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‘the victim gets better, if this were a spiritual toxin flowing through the system would it be so easily eradicated just by sucking on the right hole afflicting whatever the human thinks as truth getting deeply embedded in those personal neural networks that carry the signal far from the conscious struggle known nowadays as ‘reality’… a holographic trace that can link and store within this saturated brain of flesh and fluid locked inside our heads whatever we think bound with feeling and qualities of depth which are not so easily raced back to their sources, the tangents that drift between moment and memory…’
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‘somewhere there is a light that calls from the heavens… it seems that the devourers we are seem to enjoy the taste of other conscious entities, remarking upon the flavor as we saute them into subordination, and become fat and delirious as we engorge ourselves on their flesh… a savory feast on the minds of other species… mad, lusty, greedy hordes come through the gates upon arrival in a new land, and settle upon the exploitation of potential insight for that possibility for a plunderable wealth… to squat a conquest out of the fecal remains of the days as the go by, the glass globe surrounding our dimensions occasionally lets out a toxic snow as the seasons move again, and the years build into decades as the zombies wreak havoc upon the surface of the earth….’
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‘even for as late as the game is now, i need to adapt or die in this newly informed social order that has accrued without me, but what use is it to give out this much clear information at once?… i was enjoying a slightly better mutual friendship with my longtime live-in lover, many times i have been the untrustworthy one between the two of us and for that i have piled regret up to the doorstep in the demand for restitution, or even the one without the same mapping of mutual benefit that would have naturally lead to a more profound relationship instead of being tired and unfulfilled…’
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‘pushed onto the mass mind by a general authority’s idle wandering sights devised and fronted by the public face of opinion believed justified to lie, but where is the dignity acted out as preached by the hypocrite humble instincts that cow down to and cater to the whims of the wealth and its dirty money hands as the strings whip about the limbs to yank and distort to fear machine manipulated Mankind mentality to terrorize a dysfunctional mirror that humanity has become for now…’
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‘at the day-to-day work i do just to survive in this world fascinated to the death with the entertaining hive mentality as grown-up children with so many harsh responsibilities paid insufficient funds to meet the needs mocking like school-age children as though it were all such an adult place outside of the workplace, but it becomes a time to loosen these high standards once within the confining anything that might resemble professional boundaries to which jobs have always projected onto me at some level to a thoughtful state of mindfulness in both action and intent which others i work with seem to disregard once they punch that time card to start the work day off, this irritates me to no end even though i observe my own two sense sucked into the childish abyss justifying this mainstay…’