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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…’
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‘in at first subtle ways into frenzied wringing of the vocal cords… one, two, three Guinness in my stomach that night… to be topped by two previous blog posts, and a wonder what the next open mic night will be like then, finally though people seemed a little tired of pointed speaking of personal wreak as the time grew wee… the friendlier i became after the casual ranting with aftermath involving two more alcoholic beverages along with a jib provided by these newly acquainted friends and i, loving every minute i was allowed to bleed my heart and head right there as it was such an involved process that summoned so much inspired positive bliss as have never had before, and that followed me half-asleep all through the next day as i truly could not express…’
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‘the throngs eat shit because survival is not for the fittest or even the weakest, for there would have to be a much more subtle and insidious greatest common denominator to link us as one species, but my question is more built in a curiosity whether to consider the human with other animals… the human has embodied a representative feature for the neanderthal in its growth as much as the alien humanoid with the vast future potential found in the science fiction stories of human creation, all unique worlds holographically projected into the ether from within the mass of matter and space that could be otherwise known to be the brain, and its organic circuitry works in collaboration with the sensitive membranes and receptors that enmesh to create the organic portal…’
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‘the venue and parking were abominable because of the faux wealthy atmosphere of the area, we were getting in just as the first headliner was finishing their set and standing in line for beer to cope with the stress of the driving just before, but i couldn’t let go of my angst and upset feelings just like the child i am even though she was sorry for getting so terribly furious with my behavior… i was being the selfish creep all night until the beer hit all the right spots after almost half an hour to forty-five minute wait, with the outdoor freshness getting more dense with each spliff lit up in excited relay of commemoration for the good time shared by everyone else but me…’
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‘however, there are no instruction manuals as we are all gathered about in this sandbox filled with filth and all those other materialist toys to use with a tyrannical touch, and we are forced to understand their technology in order to survive their games that they play both in our minds and with our bodies… we force ourselves to understand what we only know fragments of as we dream, all the various life times melding together in this aspect of the unreal made flesh-bound matter beast, and Here we are at the cross-hatching of line where laws and rules are only used to sway the tight vote in one direction of certainty over another… the man-made treatments that have left psychic echoes resonating for all to pick up on…’
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‘swiveling like some ocular oracle implanting suggestions in the mind’s eye, blind and ever-loving of the violent peace crashing in as the calming tsunami sending pulses miles onto shore, and the nervous reaction to this intense and vital bliss leaving an excruciating afterburn on the taste-buds as the mouth leaks words to wonder by in these dusky diverse concepts possibly based around some vicious lie… keep talking to that part of ourselves that tries to shield us away from the blissful release on life, talking it out of the harassing order it seems to want clockwork when all bodies in motion work on their own timing Here, but in the least reclined state to better advance through the years intact as the shells wear thin… where do we depart, oh ghoulish friends?…’
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‘the distorted mind tries to cope as best it can with the infrequency of certainty, we are going to die, but that never means that it should ever be in the constraint of a society that forgives nothing… a creation that has no humane presence has no power governing human beings, making hybrid ideas of perfect biological waste that is toxic to the touch and taste, and from underground we have installed the systems that need to be manually maintained in order for there to be water and power… it seems as though there is no room for the individual, the effort of work from each person accounted for true, but when it comes to the economy of the matter all that can be stated is that there is no real compensation…’