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‘forcing the “rats” to make due with their miniscule chunk of the cheese, moldy instead of golden but still a fool’s eager march into the maw of the mutilating machine that wealth has become, and those with their actual gold buy a way to make the others feed their hungry cannibal tendencies which is the real purpose they seek… not equality with their relations, but some sinister will to move primarily to get ahead on this horizontal material plane forgoing the real need to grow into the vertical space, filling out the gaps nonetheless between the spiritual and the material spark that is caught enacting an electric ritual that provokes and shocks the system into movement like a cattle prod thrust into the mewling infant…’
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‘the burden of the beast with mind alike in such a way as no casual joy can be found in the simple words strung together loosely as though interjected by the amateur who is in this merely for the money, and knows a way to find a profit or a prophet when they seize one, this oily discharge the wrath of god whose bones were used to make my bread fluffy and rise with only the effort required of the artistic shaman at work in the modern sense of decay… not a baker’s dozen for anyone, to mean there is an end is to end by all means the expression made-up to look pretty to anyone who might fall for the trap this crap made from symbols that i have whittled away…’
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‘retract from these strange and excitedly shallow people, and the ideas that they try to spread like some kind of low intensity germ that slowly begins to bring others with wealth around to their purview of rationalization… the Little Lord pandemic hit in the late 1880’s, and the denizens of this time period were so in love with the carrot waving idea that they too could be a prince in a pauper’s clothes that literate madness the equivalent of Potter-mania today became a show-stopper as the clothes made the young man, the idealized form of boy-king turned into a fashion statement back then… the prince and the pauper, show stopper, babbler-dabbler self-confessed criminal…’
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‘humanity’s desire to be freed of those ego-driven chains that seem to bind the less kinky of us into screaming madness waiting to die on this odd suffering sliding chute downwards into the big empty… the cycles turn quicker as the massive mandatory act processing of the individual seems to run aground again and again in this grinder-like situation we all have been spawned to accept as given, but we are the magical magnetic creatures who can see the emotional flow inside of a soul, made to give in to the most eloquent expanding nature as it envelopes everything within it…’
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‘the religiosity of some people outweigh the possible compassion for an honest greater good because the former lines pockets with this Taker wealth hard-won on the blood of all native peoples, from Roman to Catholic there was never any real love for the human creature except in the rare instances of a few genuine popes and ministers outnumbered by the corruption ever-present in a cruel world, and yet these other atrocious individuals call into play the polite veneer of the politician or diplomat trying to coax converts on a regular basis over to their side of an argument too far gone to be anything other than a subjective reality… jesus as an eso-terrorist…’
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‘nobody ever feels as though they are on the same page as the rest of this humanity, but the paranoid and tinted blinders do not have to last even this brief lifetime witnessed as a forever perhaps if only from our situationist roots as beings stuck in gilded scenes that try in vain to repress the acceptance of one’s roles within the grand theater of the absurd abstracted to burn the flagging will of individual in light of the pack mentality… to whom should i give my excess baggage to?… the stink of the ribald humors drifting under the nose of the indifferent sloven beast who cares not for the destiny of compassion among friends, the civilized demeanor among enemies who hear the voices of hatred…’
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‘our destiny is not so easy to make real in practice with all the modern distractions pulling in at one’s mental and physical resources all the time in this on-off universe of hemorrhagic cosmic confusion… are we god, do we worship a god, what is god?… but these are only a few random questions that are in there on the parallel timing cycles on repeat for us all to hear over the loudspeakers like the modern fabled parable or mantra that will take us to heaven if we trust in the message without figuring it out, over however many lifetimes it takes to learn the lessons…’
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‘subdued by the established notions that we are totally helpless to our meaty and over-serious issues as posed by the adult populace we have become a part of when the self-awareness reaches that most critical point in time, a subtle triggering mechanism to many of the organic splendors in life as the blossom breaks open to either sun or moonlight, but the streaming dreams fill in the blanks faster and faster as the whirling coaster shakes us off one at a time… what a dark, little ride this is, my friends… we should all be so lucky to feel the pain of happiness and the uplift of practical disappointment when all else fails…’
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‘deriving pleasures from the decrepit and lonely even if only inside of their bedrooms of ivory suburban towers about to collapse from the changing world striking lightning upon their sacred structure wet in the appetite once the digestion has it in its swallow grip a shallow grave into which those indifferent beings are flipped… as the sacred begin gathering for an evening of the newborn annual rituals to again pivot upon formal format of the social breakdown as made into oblivious yearly calendar sequence to party the night away, where people degrade themselves as puppets to the fascist state from which history has compiled its survivors to be lead around by their psychopaths and a sociopathic corruption of the human trust sequence as evolved through the brink of distinct extinction of various other traits…’
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‘awareness for logical conclusions to which would naturally allow the stable ideas of liberty that can bring most of us together instead of driving ourselves apart… the mechanical lust that has forced our hand to throw down the gauntlet in protection of the raping machine as the faceless progress rolling over a humane organism whose corpse need not appear dead at all Here even as the chrome and wires and circuits raise hell all over the flesh like a bad scene from Superman III perhaps, an aw-shucks-to-position oneself condemning the more protozoan of us to death everlasting in a very base assessment of pure logic and absolution by riddle, but my thoughts and words are merely conjecture until proven as otherwise or until fear has pried loose the truth from cold dead hands…’