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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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‘quaint rational sources of explanation are not enough for the truly innovative to advance the rest of us past the moronic oblivion we seem destined for by allowing others to lead with such authority, it seems wholly insane to my senses to give those bitches the power to control the many with such strength of conviction and confidence that heroes previously needed, but then again the demons inviting the disaster creep delicately through the human forums easily when no one sees their face because the influence needs a disguise in order to manipulate so many of us at once… influence in the media allows for that “mask” to be flexible and tight enough to sometimes keep out the leaks of disdain and impatience for humanity instead of a fiery compassion that would need no masks to hide…’
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‘the atrophied wealth of the dictators managing the imaginary assets of the people like game pieces on a curved board floating in the dark, and it is the many faces of the people and not the laws enforced by those propaganda mind police lurking behind billboards and commercial screens when they appear on the long drive through life in general private to the point of the closed-off minds of conservative dysfunction as it has bought-in and souled-out to the system… for the generations that have passed as our collective minds more ensnared by this stiff visual encapsulated by an oil-mad world where plastics abound…’
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‘redneck cultural terror fetish haunting the various tribes that have come together Here and at once, but not for the show only to grow with the experience and intertwine with the gibbous moon shining down on those who but glimpse this… the magic of the carpet ride demands that the time machine be broken because the alarm is too much to wake the dreamer out of fits as a tendency towards the somnambulate sleeping standing up for what is write, but silence rails against the disused and unfathomed on this phantom parallel we seek to describe Here although we have no necessary words to use in this improvisational cryptic script, the casual Luddite perhaps or some other anachronistic dandy in charge of nothing else but one’s own life… a poetic diatribe that eats the mind…’
out of Context;
‘lustful portrait of descriptive gesture at some virtual length and leisure, bodies of thought and feeling combined describe the experience ever expanding the functional art of adventure, and how is it that we can project and commit such appalling acts onto each other without ever having met at first?… the faked authorities try to restrict what they don’t know, and all “true” knowledge comes from books and orders and other ideal remedies for this chaos filled with potential all surrounding us, you have to learn defense against the dark arts on your own as no teachers care long enough to look you in the eyes as a human being… giving up much for the most mediocre known… the manufactured perk that comes with the playground as we move up in levels like the games we play…’
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‘unlike my parents now, i still have a vibration of rebellion to guide my attentions even at this critical juncture in my life, and i regret that my parents seem lodged in the simplistic attitude that money can solve the world’s ailments all alone… not with all those subtle economic monopolies going on behind the scenes on that stage of powers that be, this aged mentality is slowly coming to a halt as the generations are collapsing after us, and it seems this bubble of life amidst a cold sea of the deathly eternal holds all the heat and warmth for a limited span of time acquired by these strangely human figures at the forefront… the continuum seems to glide along the track like a monorail through space and the linear existence of history…’
out of Context;
‘the people Here need to decide if they really want such corrupted fascist nazi pigs to guide them to the abattoir, and it is the very same slaughterhouse run and maintained by those identical indifferent people as we who run the world by default because higher blame-shifting echelons force the world to move to a sacrificial beat… the rhythm of death and taxes that most of us know by rote are utter and demeaning lies told to the youth again and again to eat away their minds from the inside, as though like a parasite set behind the skull and looking through our universal eyes to find our weaknesses to exploit them as easily as we change moods, but to dismiss them is no way to dispel those dark territories as ignorance is limited protection…’
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‘the instinct being to follow those angular rhythms back to their respective cues and sources until the gradual spreading the individualized standards as facts makes narrowed gaps for individuals to find their niches as though a series of wish fulfillment as the genie pops out to play on occasion, but only when some unlucky fool rubs the lamp the wrong way does any of this come about as severely like tire damage… it is a good thing we ride on these hooves as the horses stride along impervious to the heat and barren waste appearance of this desert realm, the barbarous tribes manage well in the dirty plains and cracked mounds of sand slipping through the grasp of time…’
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‘we speak with mouths sewn shut when spoken to, tongues cursed as the words leave our lips, and we give into those heartless tricks the vital energy that sparks this sudden burst of life sprayed all over the six walls forming the cells and our hallowed halls of power in cycles gone wrong… the cursed are ruling the world, and making our lifeforms into sufferers as sacrificial lambs delivered to the evil to further their own ends through betrayal and manipulations making most of us wish we were extinct, for which there are far too many words to write Here to convey the point without too many glaring-eyed stares eating and suckling for a taste of my wares…’
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‘lately, the ghosts have begun to transcribe their own works of fiction, but with no motive to get it published through the usual channels of dismissive corporate entities rejecting and interjecting those various stages of approval before it feels used and finished… a trial and tribulation in the variation of a vibrant situation as thoughts to be pasted on the board, the odd trance of immortality as special obtainable goal parallel with a need for money to render the peripheral things alive even through all the years, and we begin to draw and describe the energies that our guts may tell us is to blame for being tossed around in this insufferable storm of confusion that matures with today’s motions…’