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‘the forward progress boldly courageous as utility to explore the out there still unknown as like blood cells collectively searching for a consciousness in the circulation as that which contains us and our paths through this neural network still making leaps and bounds thinking of what this cosmic divinity is made of questing eternally remaining Mystery which binds inside all of our unique threads together both in the minds and bodies of this creative creature that we have called by many names but i have to officially dub ‘Humanity’, and it is Here a shared connective burden that brings us to tear each other apart on this playing field where we are either being played or killed or somehow just barely able to survive…’
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‘as the cycle of life continues onwards to shift reality, as millennia coalesce into this who that we are in today trying our hands at perfecting the systemic defect pumping and circulating a corrupted blood as humanity attempts to purge a sickness from every limb as fingertips of the god in nature many symbolic triggers and archetypes arise from as these seemingly unrelated parts come together into any cohesive fabrication integral to the weaving of a cosmic tapestry creating a ‘fabrix’ if you will, and much like any other matrix model manufactured to manifest Here in reality as series of complex caverns and coves gyrating on the same wave forms drifting resonant and splashing against one another…’
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‘the epiphany of integration finally perceived almost religiously, swaying system as authority to put pressure where called forth by the contradictions that raise tension to a heated and sometimes violent level when the process of integration doesn’t hold and an estranged hope of control is outsourced to all those voices without sound whispering inside ones’ thoughts as the cells collect and divide having their versions of a say in how this thing is kept in motion by creatures so inept, but i digress this as yet another argument in the human denatured by their own pursuits for dominance being intelligent though flawed in the perception that humanity requires strong and yet conflicting governance…’
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‘as the top flows fluidly into the bottom throes of a loaded cosmic barrel without the notice of more than a few individual visions made to fit the mainstreaming as powerful functional meaning into the solid words we say so casually, i see with the eyes of god in the voice of this man within who is me trying to move so carefully amid these entrapping things that sting and burn and enmesh with reality and my perceptions of what is real, and dealing with askew a dichotomy of phobic intent searching as like a wailing banshee to free the demon quirk afflicting our sights as they meld with the rest…’
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‘through immortal time awaiting personal approval to seek substance after this death is received with our voice then going quiet as the personal GOD (grand operating directive) which is our own dies with us each unto ourselves and all lives we have touched and touches ours becomes something more than just this, as relic recollecting what was and is to query the enchantment laid thousands of years ago what the concept to build this titanous empire truly meant questioning a queer faith not faultless at all by default as we stall along the precipice of cliff’s edge thought a tight lair opened up by those so entranced to enter the dragon falling as a stone from the sky…’
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‘a puzzling display of the thoughts taking shape as time wiles away the moments digested and catalogued as the pages in a book somewhere gathering dust or burned perhaps, and how far this is from a place we usually idealize literature like a literal intellectual architecture assembled from ages past present and future sighted and cited as the supreme sources forming a fundamental beginning to any study or endeavor as possible adventure… a censure of even a handful of these facts or ideas is enough to waylay the journey from happening to those persons that most require it as revitalizing force to be reckoned with moving a chrysalis state forward into breaking through to the other side of life seeing the pain and agony as stepping stones along the open trail…’
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‘dealing with barbaric habits and traits as too close to breaking these odd chains connecting us through love without question though not altogether unconditional, a feeble attempt to coerce that oneself idealized truly into kickstarting this dormant understanding somehow to foolishly acquire our lives Here as holy psychic artifact left obtuse for all to use, and the demon semen are left to coagulate on the lips and in the wounds of those handful getting the brunt of the abuse from the careless and brutal whose torturous methods are satisfying only in a momentary eclipse of emotions euphoric for a brief interlude subsumed…’
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‘wisdom emergent never finishes… the words as symbiotic magics urged to determine control and for some of us the manipulation of symbols and images in which mortal revelry adds to a chaotic chicanery in the symbolism to be sure whether therein lies the truth hanging like dangling mental jewelry used to perhaps make ourselves and the selfish cells we are looking as classy as the day that we had to be purged from the womb, but before lesson ever learned that we are to be consumed and consumer alike in the upright strife of dichotomy autonomously acting out the nature of aggression and projection even though it all leaves us as vessels Here…’
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‘forced into the outside wildernesses… the words never to live up to their expectations as are lying littered along the sides of the information supra highways and byways with all their feeder roads leading to a home absorbed organic sum thing as the boldest love palpable and capable to palpitate the fear out of the heart beating and tearing and hearing the same rhetoric again and again as once deeply seated belief turned into sin, distorted by madness as retorted and reported once a melancholy err wafts over the crowded snare set to trap both those willing and this unwilling dementia that craves not to behave but to fathom the absolute depths of a conscious mess…’
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‘higher intellect sorting through the psychic debris littered Here entreating the other side who resist this less docile image to repent and lament while picking up these randomly assorted pieces from the floor?… the archetypal core that one cannot merely read by signs and symbols alone as the symptoms of humanity worsen through the lens of a mechanical system that tries to absorb all constituent parts and details into an amalgam of momentum that teases and diseases these beings lost like parasites on whose ship of culture they appear as rats…’