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‘need as a savage shaman bringing tales to the rest of the tribe in order to share the responsibility of experience as the information requires them to translate those ideas so others may practice understanding more fully developed over many lives… disposable and chronic dysfunctionally mass mentality degraded by leaps and bounds as futile set of faiths bind us to places we may not want to be forced to chastise ourselves while clinging to poor motivational tools warped to the status quo…’
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‘as that usual blissful state shifts all those shared in visions to awake as the causes provoke one to move deliberately parallel to the instinct intuition and intellect that drive us to conform out of a social system suppling as survival gimmick we all seem to disregard at some dire levels calling upon more than mere observers’ wit to produce solutions instead of a dramatic dismantling of simple tasks when finding ourselves at an obvious loss that words are not so easily used to refine though many failures occur as a response that echoes the means culling the human herd as a flock of beasts to push pretend upon world culture in caustic shades of pretty…’
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‘behind our eyes glowering is something one cannot visualize but surmises as there like the stalking killer or burglar is criminal running loose for the time spent relatively free an unknown alive aspect as terror reacting caged away from human interaction it is as if being borne into this romantic decadence with all these garlands hanging to our detriment upon trees in poisonous fruit so often overlooked by the denser senses of Mankind in the apex predator, but to utilize for the better as all nature’s gimmicks to defuse the bomb inside of our heads a jest that starts ticking down as soon as ideas of self-awareness filter in through the transmissions we get…’
out of Context;
‘certainty of insanity and a breakdown of communications we feel compelled to heal for our own good as well as the rest of the shared motley crew on deck to serve under commands of the righteous authority whose plans only include us as far we are with purpose setting a junk obstacle course in the path of any who follow too closely behind… we are observant of that it is through a series of details that words like ‘common sense’ makes aware for us to witness that which conflicts us against better judgments though not necessarily through judgment values that label us judgmental for the most of this cultural reverse psychology lodged in our thoughts…’
out of Context;
‘a Mankind utilizing tyrannical methods to coax selfish logic out of whosoever crosses paths with one of these false profits inflating themselves to perilous proportions of a giving-to-take sequence allowing for their abuse of resources and labor by incredible strokes of the imagination not a fully-realized gimmick until it has swept us through a gauntlet of subconscious body politick as real progression can conform without the pressures and hassle of these ant-like creatures crawling in out to surface trying to peel back the foreskin of liberty to circumcise all the circumstances…’
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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‘captured on the long chain of tradition coiled around our wrists and our waists and ankles with some held close by their chins or necks choked and floating about in this odd limbo, and it is how low we can go to take the carpet out from underneath those ones who are in need of rugged constitutions the most even amid the rigged games of a secular circus fair enough to breed insanity from the simple sensitive population intrigued by cash into service for their own survival through the wildernesses so palpable Here… polluting in a future imperfected by the animal foibles of human ingenuity while being ingenuously spaced out by confrontation with this final of frontiers…’
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‘traces unto the dirt, the gravest of most serious matters dealt as death blow to these reserved and ignorant chapels built from the stoned and devalued inert pieces of a dreaming rarity devoid as this reality recycling the clinging bits of restless data from some gripe site retreat into the digital ablyssal bathysphere of space and time left loose to jerk a reaction out of the reeling memories of noumanity’s romantic attachment to resistance… vile trohl for all seasons whose very presence is an inflamed nerve twitching out of time to the rest of this clockwork sequence…’
out of Context;
‘like that elusive in happiness that has been used as those swinging karats of value and worth hung so dapper like faulty chandeliers of the poor and deluded whose use has been commodified by these dollar whores on the loose, the truth is much more difficult to swallow when it is true because of curiosity filling in those mysterious gaps gaping in the pattern of every story allowing no few sadistic false cure-alls to proliferate the system with bottled infections or their confectionary weapons sinister and decadent to prevent the followers from following too closely to those they’ve chosen as leaders…’
out of Context;
‘that cutting edge of clarity desired to communicate with a true sense of gravity what it is the situation means to persons locked into a ritual conditioning of domestic slavery moving these masses to shift this reality… amped up to degrees of tension and heat that many may find themselves wandering out of the kitchen and off into a wilderness hard pressed to hear the reason and see the wisdom for ourselves trying to escape this cell in our hearts keyed to the interlocking tumblers in our heads, each mind a box to think outside of in relationship to each casual being Here today lost always questioning reality trying to gather the information before it spills spoiling the rest with infectious conception as a joyous disdain for authority…’