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‘inside our heads we are thinking that it can only be possible to find true love with either one’s self or by default in mutual blindness with another groping along the walls to find emotions unheard of before Now never acknowledging compassion or courtesy behind the eyes… the toxic smell of belief gone horribly wrong even though we might seem quite used to the wafting haze in a dreamy revelry sort of work and activity, the digital selves yelling out ‘yee-haw!’ as the genetic sequence spins them out of time in a spent uranium doctor Strangelove kind of ride into the next bold age to sunder and scorch the inescapable lie those traits of fate in some holographic fractal symbol for life to which we may ascribe as features of the ‘demi-urge’…’
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‘trying to seek out a reason or an immunity to the caustic toxic fear embedded in the human psyche, and yet few of us have learned to swim in these troubled waters of the world pool with each of us tallying the notches scarred in our bodies as painful lesions locked in the memory of what we try to achieve as robust fact beyond mere fiction as delivered by the heat and sensitivity to friction both mental and physical… we quake in our skins for relief of some dagger thrust deep in the conscious mind pulled from the stoned flesh that a holographic firm fixation on form projects among these structures of concrete and glass that have forsaken us as but temporarily tolerated beasts in the whole of heartless refresh…’
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‘ulterior motive for Manmade distortion of humanity’s educational necessities as the human being grows to choose rebellion as one’s chains become bound over time at once disguised as one’s obligations to the greater good, while also being all sneaky up around sneaky-ville which in hindsight is bound to occur as the priests molest the children so too do the laws molest their citizens who live by them… a vicious merry-go-frown where no one survives, this is the spiritually mechanical urge that perhaps defines itself as eternal judge even as it chooses to live and be realized through us as humanity’s touch creates the laws to break its own personal rules and familial stakes and claims laid to waste, but the symbol of space migration while ideas of integrating humanity leaves the jungle behind along with the animal-like…’
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‘as a means to challenge spiritual growth like an electric trigger through human genetic culture plate… these symbols and patterns we allow to dictate our lives no matter how far we have to remove ourselves from our humanity unless one can see beyond the blinded drive to be purely only to succeed as one experiential hair on the omniscient head of whatever god is, and that is if god is what it is when it is whenever we would so choose to call upon its majesty that seems to grow more diluted with every apparent tragedy that eats in as form of decay and eroded motions hidden by their slowness, a force to be respected rather than to be reckoned with implies some harassing violence that remains indistinct and damaging with the power of the words…’
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‘this is how populations have exploded while at the same time consuming each old “limb” to make room for the new one by cannibalizing and regrowing the pieces as desired, destroying the decadent once it has become too much of an inconvenience that the whole governing body needs to amputate whatever is seen unfit without exception, and at times the worst of our primal nature shines true by the light of a pyre burning bright what remains of the victims from the very hands fueling murder by proxy in this system of ‘kill-or-be-killed’ gone awry for too many centuries now without a thorough correction until people actually start waking up to make a serious act of direct change with respect for the environment that was Here long before we ever were… we are creatures from its womb…’
out of Context;
‘the flesh can make one appear as wholly unbelievable in this rather banal explanation for worldly examples that defy in any obvious place the greater assemblage of parts and particles as loose structure of we beliefs that reject being dismissed, and instead venturing forth untarried (read; not anchored) by the material gravity made real by the consuming wedge that drives itself deep into the living psyche where the raw information is snatched by an organic ‘what’ technology lodged in the human body… we are all pilots “flying” together in unison unaware of each other through sheer anonymous window glass transparent when the glare doesn’t strike just the right angle with its blast of the bright shine as we the many passengers inside of this vessel wince at the stabbing knife of light launching itself into their dark…’
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‘automatic response instead of humane self-control is just as necessary to the quotient as every other articulated human trait possessed by this animal flesh we see in the mirror when we need a naked reminder to show us where we are at in the crisis of aging horror, the paralysis that exists from the mind down into the reluctant state of catatonia as the official status quo has been snuffed from the books along with the debt accrued by all the strangers paying through the teeth to buy back their souls while being able to live a life aside that fact, but in the same way that system also succeeds in making robots that breakdown appropriately enough to make it somehow worthwhile again under the conditions that benefit the wrong party overall… the money that buys…’
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‘easily exonerate the selfish trends in human cruelty instead as we can try to repent but the sinners aren’t real, only used as a gimmick as antagonist to force us all to pay dearly for our shame and guilt left as residual paranoid indoctrination… between nothing and hope lies the ouroboros spinning out of sight except in the imaginal margin that makes up the outer periphery of reality, these symbols can try to unlock the mystery further with their metaphysical counterpoints, but is unusual among such passive beasts as ourselves when we declare our united competence yet complain still so frequently without the requisite changing of our collective outlook on irrational stupidity… it teases to mentality almost universally that dire urge to conform to the rhythm of universal harmony that can unobtrusively impulse us all…’
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‘a veritable Babylonian fall to earth for the billions of skill sets out there, but hardly a job or role that fits quite as well as the freedom to do what one wants to do as though an exegesis to this materialist world we have left be taken for granted by too many generations that there was ever any future to see at the end of this road paved with gold, the black blood of the earth used run our engines of destruction for experimental purposes of the dim and retarded who have their pick of enemies in this distracted land of weakness and bravery that tries to pretend as though saints might walk among the saved for a change in the miserable life we all participate and allow to happen…’
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‘in demand from birth once they learn to sell themselves properly as the repetition kicks in… demon genes that filter through the possession of mankind in the grip of defaced treatment by displaced human rage, we ensnare ourselves with obvious tricks and torments that somehow keep us all in pace with one another, but still it seems a disgrace to be a cruel and inhumane risk to the rest of this specialty grouping in the annals of a distorted history… a compassionate heir to the victory that might be human but more than likely but will be truly alien to us, and we are living in an age of the living aliens walking amongst us at all times, watching the angelic beings perhaps traffic with those perpendicular of mind below the surface of the waves turned particle…’