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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?…’
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‘their integrity of lies that defines a generation to come next in meeting a challenge profound and with the potential of the enlightened bits hanging over the heads of the ungainly apparatus that is ‘human’, and wonder what it is that messages were meant to say to us?… we look to the dark humors of those great and lost thinkers of the previous ages past, and we become fascinated just as easily as we come to reject our perceptions of what is real, coming to distrust that which does not appear to follow any familiar order of our individualistic views… we look to a darker vision than the one that appears to us naturally because of our fears feel justified in preventing the making of things the way we want them to be…’
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‘as use of many levels of shared experience becomes accessible to the larger perspective that humanity is on the path of this progress… like dueling badgers just humming along to the strumming of banjos as the caption reads; ‘reality the way it really is’, this is the redneck disease of human ignorance that has plagued our kind since we have allowed others to usurp our ideals and hard work towards establishment of the social mind over the hive, but it is so damned difficult to wipe out all the bugs from within as without… such is life under the freakish glass dome we abuse to protect ourselves and our kind, letting there grow this self-inflicted authority upon the rest of civilization…’
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‘trying to find a strong decisive attitude among the weak feels next to impossible for anyone like me who does not appear to give any bit of a shit for any other beings but themselves, one can put on the mask of concern just as easily as the mask of disgust, and usually it is these roles that make us fake a sense of things as they are when really there is no idea in our heads as to what the next step might be Here… we tremble and shiver as the cold realization sends chilling sparks down our spines, and we each realize we must get moving to resolve something without an obvious solution, not just going through the random motions of abuse as befits our idiot arrogance… the real truths are not some abstract principle…’
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‘it may seem unreal an idea to some, but those are mainly the intellectual folks who “know” otherwise or the right way to go about things in this world, your basic person is very literally lead and fed by a safety net system that drives us to the ends of the earth for further grotesque establishment of a sheltered environment in which to raise the youth in comfort and without ideas of harm perverting their minds… our concepts of innocence lost realized in fear, and much like the protagonist who becomes the “golden ass”, we all have this bizarre derivative of innocent curiosity twisted into the insatiable desire and unrelenting curiosity to see and understand magic or the real mystery of active reality…’
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‘we are an act of god, but what is it that we are calling god?… are we always thinking of classical reference when we speak of that mystical mass beyond the skylight?… by classical of course i mean to imply the historic tales of the Olympians, the Egyptian and every pantheon known to the anthropomorph-romantic manner of humanity, taking the hearth wisdom of ages beyond our recollection through oral and literal traditions… harnessing our cultures into place for a rebirth into unified sanctum with each other as a whole, or is this yet another lie hiding within their arsenal?… to transmit these sacred implications gives me no right to take hostile stances towards everyone else Here, but what else have i to do when at times i have a difficult time liking myself…’
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‘the metaphysical data just below the heart, and on fire with the friction of every day as the dynamo spins… propaganda urges pushing and tempting the people to terrorize themselves by their own hands, stalking a populace made for management and manual labor, and the hooves of the devilry ruling with cackling madness simulation of royalty… compulsion of derision for the under classed and downtrodden as they spray into the streets for a fix of the good life, but to each unique required step to reach the dream, there are many who would wish to see the other plummet to their death… there is never quite so complete an ending to any life, but how many of us held captive really live through this thing called ‘existence’?…’
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‘devotees… this materialism has an equal, antagonistic quality to “concrete” reality, but is one tangent to qualify the real question of what other pieces fit in to form a synthesis of truths Here?… complying with the “hard-to-be-precise” crosshatching of the various gamuts and steps leading us to believe what we do…’
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‘we see it everyday, pistol-whipped and nipple-fed, the everyday sheltered populace in their witty fashion apparel… if the groundhogs eat our flesh, sew the better seeds i say, and forget about the past with all its myriad functioning things… the better to make us all martyrs someday…’