‘…sacrificed to the grind by chewing as nature digests us in series of systems and its ornery machinery intending us to be relieved at the end of our station trained in life channeling energy through portals as porous receptacles our death transferring current senses beyond this flesh in present tenses flashes of insight as much preemptive witness moving separate from what we got used to the usual reality defining perspective into layers as old as this detritus underneath our feet smashed into retaining its present aspects of growth going from unspoiled earth alone in quiet nature as vast space shrinks ever more precariously indulging the more selfish aspects of ourselves Here quisling interests pushing preemptive betrayal forward factions confrontational anarchy fish swimming a pace out through this wholly sea voyage fighting the current mainstream distressed…’ – out of Context
‘…when taken as antidotes in what we require to achieve full cognitive function believing ourselves somehow unaffected by warnings ceasing to sound off so alarming toxic talk sick of sick sad worlds colliding frequently enough to raise valid concern even though nervous about lifting any false flags amidst surveillance culture warfare so cold it recalls tensions of the near past now micromanaged to seem insignificant from the distance of passing cars quickly engaged with the surroundings as opposed to living inside of thoughts feeling better left unsaid when every utterance feels wrong, judged Here as inadequate descriptions falling out of the mouth manifesting as crucially sensing synchronous certitude of error and guilt admonishing by way of psychic link deciphered through the lenses as instinct intuition and intellect in currency crossing our organic circuitry…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…before humans perhaps were so skeptical and imperious declaring war within their own species, jocose vain and token meaning as minions led throughout real time without respect for different opinions too difficult to explain in detail omitting cowardice and neurotic collections of selfish mistake no spoken phrase mentioned necessarily relevant as evidence against you or us as we are all accessories sorry for not being sorry enough to fulfill the exorbitant guilt quotient this society requires of its citizens to lock them into place easily quantified selling their whole sold out lives to pursue what else but this madness tricking these very masses moving closer into visceral tragedy, behind the scenes as people talking amongst each other telling off-color ribald jokes with only rudimentary sensitivity to the topics at hand releasing a feral comedy…’
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‘the face from the civilized feces we collected leaves to be left behind amidst nature’s consequences, but what are we if not nature in a natural world though this ideal can tend to be just that without any ideas of what comes next in the coordination of being and beings as both good and evil cursed and blessed by this trivial yet unconditional love for these creatures so formed approaching limits we cannot always visualize clearly from this far before this event horizon of reality bent into shapes assumed without cognizance as in a real competent patience now becomes as time in second’s reflex to refract and catch the light as it whistles by through gears and cogs at work Here…’
out of Context;
‘these conceptual shadows breaking down humanity from within one act in whatever the given scenario that some erisian strategists have used to engage discord rolled up sleeves revealing mystery bowling for soup sideshow as technique to grow a small income, but maybe these schemes would never have worked out for the best in timing and instinct bestial synchronized to this grand circadian rhythm set to the rolls of a pair of dice disposed to decay before this rebirth keeps shifting around in distilling the final details of continuity…’
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‘the mission of the few who are left with officially destined tasks to save this crude nude humanity… queued up to the lines of filthy oblivion in living its’ destiny through us like children sent chuting from a conquering womb as cages keep the youthful exuberance held in cheque by the teeth of their sages, those in whose a relative decision is made by the hammer of the gods to defraud their way out of the paper bag brains driveling insane because of their reign of terror…’
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‘the modern American ghouls syphoning a life vicariously through money-worship and idolization, and churning the firmament of a fomenting society into shitty class wars and struggle that smuggles the righteous traits out of place to enforce the smiling fakery trying to subjugate humanity into their place with no safety in numb fingers broken and bitten by the cold states of change… i cannot persuade you with my half-assed pontificating disguised as poetry attempting to urge the thresholds to differ as the dimensional depths of reality fluctuates relentlessly in both an inner and outer space…’
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‘our history left spinning, but multiple senses are excluded by the powers being that they see nothing but the greed and their own biased values in a sea of lies and duplicity ruling out the truth for profits excused by a toxic drama and an embargo on emotional evolution in use as bargaining chip in a manipulation of the masses… to make those out as taking drastic measures overstepping casual boundaries presented by a few that have alternate plans for exploiting a treasure, pulled from these cold dead hands of the fundamentalist fiends who claim a righteous knowledge of what is better…’
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‘pushing all the timid clones along to meet the cliff’s edge where true satisfactory testing begins with the leap of faith to trust yourself that this isn’t going to be the absolute end finishing off everyone who did not pass the first time through, but still your beating heart for one more cautious moment to see who you are that you are not a mere living machine meant for hard labor while the rest of humanity teases oodles of commodities from your worth and value as attempt to be more than the animal…’
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‘preference for a chosen responsibility instead of ones handed to us to be stretched like a tool sometimes abused by the system considered mild treatment for what it is said “we get what we deserve” as little compensation for any pain or loss contradicting the ideal of a ‘greater good’ floating about like a god as some ethereal judge or supervisor attempting to correct all visions into one endless goal which might not exist if it weren’t for the assembly of these people contributing all the blood sweat and tears they have to this bitter competition-based religion worst of all yet… motion make believing, mocking, or stubborn hatred for the unknown Other can create an insular and impotent posture for one who would react as though their viewpoint is THE ideal…’