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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…’
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‘new motivation to try and make things different for the better that lies beyond temporary catharsis of a festival or carnival or circus… we need to go forth and start new towns where the states of mind we share are not just redundant chitchat to be had between friends and foes of enemies alike, the snappy patter of wit and ironic that has boiled down to inane and brainless immersion into empty quotes and vapid anecdotes that describes a life meant to adapt to the picaresque inertia we have allowed ourselves to forget so that we may return from the shambles once we get there, but what of those lost souls who will never grow up to be the people their kind have anyways wanted them to be?… we are all developing apart and as a whole…’
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‘unwanted bugs forced out by a poisonous poultice that acts as a harmful gift with a limited scope of blessings while reacting allergic behind the scenes as an ally to the more “humane” methods of killing off insurgents in a given region, we could study all day the habits and flaws of the populace in general even though nothing could ever really save us from their problems except for compassion in the strictest sense, and that would mean an overhaul of the insult culture we have come to know and love and hate with a kind of sense of passion that throws the conformists off their chairs in whining gobs like mad infants…’
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‘that damage and blood that lies distilled by time in tension’s grip weighted by the sequential aspect seeking out harmony while then also pushing others to trip and fall disarmed from doing anything that will seem pure or clean… the hosted myth laying in wait to crack out of the shells in our mind’s eye moving with a face-hugging urgency to overtake the jerks with a citizens’ arrest revealing the truth in our self-police state where the equalization of pressure is a necessary step in the right direction instead of the swill of needing to spill the blood of the infidel that resembles the you in me as well as the figures manipulating the economic rules in their juxtaposition of the natural truth, still serving…’
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‘early on, church was not a word i associated with comfortability or community but with constriction and the kind of elitism that allows the shunning of another human being out of superstition and status correction, and obviously that did not come to last in my childhood as you may call it the devil inside me that ached against such restrictive bonds… i say as yet we are still in the throes of so many other obligatory vectors that combat our psyches on a constant basis when struggle over unity should be the last things to force themselves upon our minds, but even before i was ever conceived of…’
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‘i might have heard had i listened for longer than the two seconds i normally allow, straining my ears to hear back to a time when other happenings might have occurred and even a pounding bass noise from fantasy perhaps were all things lost in the debris that i tossed in my share to clean the mess and without attending the party… a first from their history in that house where discord kept company with all the drunken debauchery, and perhaps sleeping gently still to this very day but none will know except for the inhabitants that linger and congregate where discord and fate shall not wither…’
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‘meaning which might remain unobserved in general for which we are able to scrape by with little more than contentment at our side… it has been too long since i began taking people into consideration again, i feel it is we who are lacking something to call with certainty proof of our humanity as human beings, but we do not seem to consume ourselves with too much guilt in all our raping and pillaging and plundering society because we allow the few to suffer such excruciating ends without even a simple means of beginning with some justified equilibrium… and so it has been for all those involved…’
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‘we are all incarnations of worlds and words and desires come Here to live collecting this raw data as experience to further manifest a universal connection through the void, but does that necessarily mean that one has to sexually procreate in order for that knowledge to reach the other people taking up their time and space as it is that we are all meant to be wherever we are in the Now, that greatest of the Mysteries we find ourselves beholden to even as the cycles of life and death and rebirth continue… after a year of living without this sexual burden, i feel more concentrated in everything else i do as an expression of me, but still realize this is not my last life to learn from…’
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‘grow into existence other ideas of reality sour and used and dying without an outside infusion of energy as this is what the corporeal beast feeds from as the wasted animal intents prevail and further confuse a consciousness trying to develop beyond the womb planet… we are beaten into submission by this or that aspect we allow a foothold into our heads which translates into viewpoints to take and manipulate and allow those using us to tally for their imagined score, their quick fix for the highest of possible outcomes to problems benefiting themselves in this real, but we are the ones told ‘no’ right from the start of crawling as evolution in motion from the crib to the tomb learning nothing but the proper grazing techniques for being another sheep on this animal farm cooperative…’
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‘the time comes to shoot through to “true” enlightenment, in a way these systems are all pretty similar both because they inevitably lead to the same ends of forgetting the previous Self in anticipation of a next life whether after or otherwise makes no difference, but each argumentative viewpoint also anticipates skeptically that in this current life few things are worth the time or effort to understand by forcing one to shed the skin of the personal Self for the possessive Self in its Selfishness and reptilian potential for amassing useless crap worldwide as various perceptions of the one-percent collide creating volatile shards in this oh-so perfect place where the average person proliferates sending the confusion into many controversial directions at once… so we need a bad guy to impress us with an image of wrong…’