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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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‘even under the realization that nothing forever lasts in this odd world as one permanent form, this emotional erosion via the winds of change and smoking embers of the pillaged ruins of our ancestor spirits transforms us day by day into these physical beings as we try to become something more than this… there is never a permanent midnight just as there can be no permanent daylight as the tides turn much like how the waves ebb and flow, pieces of this grand cosmic puzzle…’
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‘with rancid and hollow expectation discomforting the general masses to sickness and death… the sea of shadows dances across the night dismal as it approaches unsuspecting prey for a transfusion of the negative phantasm abysmal coming from the yelping mouths going on to make current situations worse by leaps and bounds of faith in bondage by the narcotic eroseptic (septic and erotic) swaying of the beasts upon their knees, praying to the gods they cannot see even the gremlin cancer shapes itself under the skin of a decadent consciousness enraged as much as it is engorged upon the bloody succulence that comes with this kind of absolute devotion to praise and bewilderingly vague ideals that command to hold holy not the logical respect given to creatures like you or i…’
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‘humors that come with the territory… we create the isolation that digests us in the many millions of faceless people that abhor us, the human a porous substance through which many liquids and gases and issues assume an authority by means that lead to command of the human bodily functions, and made real through the prism in the soul whose light fluctuates with mood and enlightened attitudes all from growth to death projecting out onto the world what is interpreted from the depths of humane tissues… contradictions with every breath, a substantial imperative to play the game their way…’
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‘nobody ever feels as though they are on the same page as the rest of this humanity, but the paranoid and tinted blinders do not have to last even this brief lifetime witnessed as a forever perhaps if only from our situationist roots as beings stuck in gilded scenes that try in vain to repress the acceptance of one’s roles within the grand theater of the absurd abstracted to burn the flagging will of individual in light of the pack mentality… to whom should i give my excess baggage to?… the stink of the ribald humors drifting under the nose of the indifferent sloven beast who cares not for the destiny of compassion among friends, the civilized demeanor among enemies who hear the voices of hatred…’
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‘despite living like animals on the fringe of the nowhere waiting and making those somethings that happen like swarming flies around the dead bloated corpse of a system that has become far too infested to be relied upon with certainty, when something of worth actually happens Here the flies will scatter and lay their eggs in other moist pockets where the space between lives is yet full buried under the skin of this human thing we find ourselves within by odd comparison to the other animals as in the proposed ideal “kingdom” of beasts and their more advanced counterparts, but not everyone has the destination certainly set in their mind’s eye…’
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‘distractions to kill off the remaining few who can actually do something for themselves, we are tricked into thinking this sheltering ray of false hope is the god’s honest truth through and through, and this might seem to limit our skill of finding self-worth where the need for self-confidence arises between employee and employer in their shared and hopefully symbiotic relationship to one another… a mutual benefit that might recall a certain form called serfdom, and at what cost the levels of comfort we try in vain to indulge before a godless systematic end in less than pleasant confines at best, oh the dread that closes this slight gap between the being as human and the human as being machine the ideal goal of this profit/ comfort-driven mortal called employer… most commonly the Man who holds all…’
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‘i am a piece of shit with genes this unguided, but what did you think?… did you think it would just smooth out eventually if you just sat back and made money like some bloated old fat cat?… i am amazed how things twisted and turned to make things this way, and all throughout this cycle people just kept making stupid decisions without being honest with their stupid behavior, always causing more problems because you and i aren’t honest with each other… oh you can criticize me until you are blue in the face, but can you actually see the person you helped create?… no… you just abuse words to throw up a defensive act… generations raised in ignorance can’t be blamed as the bad parents…’
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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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‘this god-tested failure is not whether we are gods or believe that there has to be a god, but whether if we are going to choose worship of a force outside of ourselves thus putting our energy resource into this makeshift corporate entity that can be utilized against the collective will, or can it?… well, that depends upon if you can convince the rest of the collective will to believe in one reality through as many selves cycling the enervation back into one coalesced entity, or are we a collection of the incarnated representatives of the multitude pantheon of forces mistaken time and again as gods compelling this earth to move?…’