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‘against the strength of collective say swaying opinion and our ideas of ourselves so out of proportion with the general law crushing out our instincts from those it chooses to use intellect instead though at the expense of compassion either way as babies fed onto the conveyor belt whims of society left to fend through those mentors and friends until these loathsome mires and pits of inviting the degradation and depravity open up as we have had enough of their obnoxious facets… but we are the real fascists set on making everything more than it seems to be if only for our own gratification selfish in the long run as plans for maintaining control further as this humane illusion Now threatening the suspect agents of fortune who maybe can work with our collected best interests in mind…’
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‘complicated by obligations to the larger circles of society and tightening further within as close friends and family held together unlike co-workers and acquaintances who flit in and out like ghosts at the periphery, and yet deeper thought requires delving into the soul resembling as spirits whose voices radiate with encoded information all surging through the weft and warp of this cosmic tapestry woven perhaps as a blanket or a safety net held out by those invisible gods and goddesses always in motion making things this way or that as lineareality bends the projected image when enlightenment shines through personal lenses set to view the visions as they are… freed to choose words we use for ourselves and letting others in some way figure out their own missions through this human refuse revolting as much a revolution…’
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‘reinforcement of our dreams as visions of the future we have chosen to blossom into a state of reality reserved for those that can make it happen unless that requires the destructive likenesses on par with the gods and monsters one and the same who jerk around these ancestral shenanigans a tailspin at a time as modern forces collide like waves both under and over the surface of this mighty a collective sea as it ripples and drifts through those dreaming schemes related as many others buried fathoms deep in the godlike unconscious expanding further than our physical lives could ever deny, in a spastic tribe of dancers macabre like this makes the whirling seem worth it before the magic scares away any holy dervishes from their temple slaves as we move on climbing…’
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‘feeling absolutely helpless and yet aggressive about it, craving to take from other people what they have as a source of selfish exploits that often times lead to nonsense conclusions for the ones trying to cover their tracks with steaming piles of bullshit thinking this is the way it has got to be as we were all falsely made to believe rising up from primordial sensations to self-awareness while in further complications to assert which of these various lines leads to your desires as when queued up and jammed against other parties that bring the noise as much a light pollution degrading us all to cling to an ideal of balance as the truest of factors absorbing one’s ambitions for better things, but on a trail of tears that never seems to stop in the tight traffic…’
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‘tactics sour to a humanity that birthed them from chaotic swirling sea of human activity translated into multiple directions of attention brittle at once as they seem supportive to these different ideas of a self pulled out from the womb where the tiniest microcosms of life have the chance to evolve beyond cold material awareness lodged in the bowels of animal existence shifting and quaking constantly, panic is attacking loudly without a reach to calm or curious affectation once all of the dust settles clear finding victory with whosoever steps forward first from clashing energies as witnessed by only those whose eyes can see the images lingering after invisible waves reactive have distorted enough of the pictures biased minds choose to be revealed as the harmony of creatures in which life and living is the magic…’
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‘like a feather in our caps, but the merry games we play are nothing in a comparison with the sick and grotesque people we become when we are allowing this overconfidence to overtake our will to live trying to survive while still others are assured their crowning glory thanks to the few that push the levels of risk toward the product of inevitable conclusions the proportions of fear and manipulation all the rage as errorists will repossess your mind and actions dragging all puffed-up ideas of yourself into the realm of mistakes, making you attack yourself and those things that make up your uniquity as a person and the entity you are truly though you must try to remember that what you came in with is all the material you will leave to those living long after…’
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‘gathered Here dancing threatening advances away as bass sounds pound the flesh soaked in sweat trying to writhe gracefully, but winding down so slowly to persuade and manipulate the money out of wallets and into the digital coffers that grip and stroke the remedy out of the sexual stupidity throttled for yet more money and favors than can be bought though the servicing provided needs to be fully compensated well by whoever can afford it as immediately as is possible when the stability hinges on this often gradual build up of tension created when two or more humans seem to be unable to collaborate or compromise on any of preconceived standards easily agreed upon by most of a populace at large…’
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‘the visceral missile warfare omniscience trying to condense our reality into a function that carve pieces out from those dark matters that be to shape them into sections of dark energy quantified by those powers that choose to be saint to our sinners faking their versions of a real winner to offset the real value of freedoms allowed as rights to the human contingent forced to choose limited options instead, and the betterment of a Mankind so cruel to the humanity in choosing not to follow these biased conclusions lost inside complexities of logic managed by such organic mechanisms pushing through the breach of a limited perspective with only a few pieces left to guide us each to an end as ourselves…’
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‘in a direction that some might consider as ‘corrupted’, but is merely another stage in this evolving chrysalis of humanity trying to become more maybe where consciousness has set a particular genetic standard than we were always hoping would change us into our images of personal gods somehow appeasing a deeper spiritual imagination playing with symbols that leads us to friction in stubborn dimensions as though trying to fit our beliefs into a box that few will ever see for what it truly is while it lives and breathes… psychic hearts trapped inside clutching the embrace of fate as displayed with affection when the romantic urge sets future needs ahead of the present as a packaged commodity to be bought and sold without explanation and shat out like any other product assembled autonomously in dark places…’
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’embedded in this human drama vivisecting this substantial vital essence into hybrids and distillations of traits and taint passed along as well as out there among the masses as massive if not more so than they used to be considering the changes in both the climate and an atmosphere of fear influence spills out like oily residues of the past creeping forward among us, in a variable genetic context that cannot ever be tracked as exactly or is specific enough to be taught as fact to children lowered on the totemic poles of opposition further than anyone else as the potentials filter through the system’s infected weeping wounds as tragedy eats us devoutly devouring each and every piece savored by a complex array of humanities’ saints and sinners with knife and needle teeth equal in each bite…’