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‘i might have heard had i listened for longer than the two seconds i normally allow, straining my ears to hear back to a time when other happenings might have occurred and even a pounding bass noise from fantasy perhaps were all things lost in the debris that i tossed in my share to clean the mess and without attending the party… a first from their history in that house where discord kept company with all the drunken debauchery, and perhaps sleeping gently still to this very day but none will know except for the inhabitants that linger and congregate where discord and fate shall not wither…’
out of Context;
‘the art of love is by all means the only proper way to express what has lately become a constrictive device to lock others into place for the rest of their natural lives, as it is so unbounded by either respect or animosity which can at times make the rest of us so trained more than a bit uncomfortable with that freedom of choice, but the artist keeps acknowledging the inner vision of peace and prosperity from even beyond the grave situations that make us all feel like shit and depressed and deprived all at once…’
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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…’
out of Context;
‘vibrations through the eye of experience, a narrow eye of the needle through which the thread of individual experience gets woven into the tapestry of what seems like only empty space, but there is no one frequency that does not rely upon all other natural frequencies to sustain each other to create a universal certainty… an order so-to-speak amid the islands of chaos is created when vital connections are made, and thusly resonate through one’s life continuum as the individual like the ringing vibration we are solely tuned into as beings, so the phrase ‘spaced out’ is a very apt expression…’
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‘forcing the “rats” to make due with their miniscule chunk of the cheese, moldy instead of golden but still a fool’s eager march into the maw of the mutilating machine that wealth has become, and those with their actual gold buy a way to make the others feed their hungry cannibal tendencies which is the real purpose they seek… not equality with their relations, but some sinister will to move primarily to get ahead on this horizontal material plane forgoing the real need to grow into the vertical space, filling out the gaps nonetheless between the spiritual and the material spark that is caught enacting an electric ritual that provokes and shocks the system into movement like a cattle prod thrust into the mewling infant…’
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‘it is this day that commemorates the “innocents” thus sacrificed as holy martyrs in regards to karmic debt in the rest of us as we all pay it forward to the future hopes that people will not be sealed in some small boxes so as to lighten the load of humanity’s baggage as though our enjoyment endorses the suffering of the other in opposing energistic device as we experience this in the Here and Now, but we cannot allow ourselves to see past a hazy set of “laws” that are now slightly offset from the rest of reality because of the weight in their approved curiosity by whole of the populace at large… we keep rocking steady with a minimum of energy expulsion because we are such whores for this dead-end currency that allows us to be…’
out of Context;
‘beyond the old darkness, for some of us this ‘day of the dead’ is an articulation of whatever meaning can be personally derived from that loved one now gone and passed away into that particular state where all genes and thoughts are as one again with their separation to come as with the next saints in taking over the programming, and this is the presently-maintained awareness left to us in the wake of open tragic haste to feel the ways we have to feel in order to express the changes…’
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‘generations of a now self-imposed consumer system that requires ‘want’ and ‘need’ to be ideas of flow intermingled as though a product itself… a fractured piece of ourselves that came out of the “factory” faulty because it is the only part out of all of us that responds to humanity and its compassion which is the very same part that the empty among us are sorely missing for themselves, with their burned out eyes glowing in the dark of night, but certainly nightmares that walk awake in the daylight the image of human as well… we take the presence of these things for granted as though this really were the only way to live, but what of those who care less about cooperation and more about their own selfish gains as a path from human misery…’
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‘the hallowed Occupy Wall Street tangent began, and months after the whole paradigm-shifting started in Egypt if i am not mistaken Here… well, i am mistaken though only because more social factors than merely location has been present and building worldwide for decades at least as “superpowers” have become fitted in gilded cages of gold and silver and copper as well as any other extinguishable resource available to modern Mankind, but i am not bitter just disenfranchised and thoroughly anarchist in the right ways enough to make me WANT to change things for the better because i know we can make the difference between opposing forces at work in the world today… so i am passionate in the oddly distant armchair degree of civil disobedience, but at least i do go down to my local Occupation periodically…’
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‘distilling of youthful and uncouth behavior reigns dominant as we grow into the human thing we have become, and are eventually going to utilize in each our own ways to shape reality to approval whether our own grown-up version of this as perhaps the collective image of right and wrong, though what if it were something more like this where we obey more than merely the conscious animal hive mind to keep warm when we are all truly one-of-a-kind explorers of “reality”…. whatever that ever was… same as it ever was… it is what it is… everything is everything… its all there, dude… the stalk of the wheat within the fields is an untrustworthy gauge by which follow, and too many unfriendly rats lurk…’