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‘these distracted wretches as they move from one state to another when passing over… showering us with ideas of golden glories made epic myths with which to try following for most of our lives in lies sinking in up to our fat heads until the stinking corpse floats ashore caught in the webbing and the exploiting nets of those frequently delving into the abyss for facts as gems, there are many systems of value to utilize when questing for spiritual truth as individual pursuits…’
out of Context;
‘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…’
out of Context;
‘impediment from those pedophiliac agent provocateurs whose worship of the torment of the innocents Here are proof that we come from a savage and comfort-less society as a collective of traits passed down through the trenches of time and space, all of the outside aspects whether reptilian or some alien species whose true name will remain unknown specifically until humanity has caught up with the respective genetic lines transmitting all shades of truthful valence, and then to be left deciding to wallow in our crusades toward pleasure and desire more than truth-seeking reinforcing whatever we have left of a ‘greater good’ to shine as a light…’
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‘a scattered mortal tragic excuse that hammers the cleaving blow home to lop off one’s head as though this brand of guillotine justice were ever finished existing for the violent execution of lazy executive decision through and through… the scammed out enslaved by that simple yet syrupy delicious that makes people shiver down their spines through a seat to their souls as an electrifying zeitgeist to arrive absolute at whatever obtuse angle that means to those of us that observe this mess, in the empty zombie eyes laughing…’
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‘as motivation tries to free the unkind from their hatred that makes them incompatible with humane interaction as this molten temper tempers the metaphysical us through connective tissue challenging our preconceived notions injected like junk for the monkeys trashed and wondering who will be the one to take care of them, but to swing the fixated monkey off one’s back is not an easy task to complete for those of us who cannot tame that inner wild beast breeding comfort with curiosity and rebellion…’
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‘taken to the gallows we are innocence of the repressed disposed of and oppressed the presence we have taken as image of death angels with grinning skulls and draped in a black vast expanse moving forever outward by this essence trying to recycle through real parts of these consciousnesses… left as maps for any who can read them like blinking stars in the braille of outer space sensed as signs of life lighting the darkened empty in strings of illumination taken too far to remind some of their stardust beginnings…’
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‘whacked-out fiends, proliferating this ablyss without enough sense to rub together to create solid thoughts or valid schemes that might in this lifetime resemble dreams to look forward to without intruding onto others’ feet to do so, but even if this isn’t a trick used to catch us gasping as we grasp for some reason and logic like air in a breath caught reeling in our fears all in one second of reflection as though it were all destined for us to suffer through hell in each other… consequence in the nothing…’
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‘lost in the heat… a whole bitter affair made from a compromise burned and blackened as the slackening of skin is wrinkling from the faded gears grinding the burnt out down into oblivion sure as the day is long, an oblong dawning to approach mourned as work alarms us into motion again with the sun righteous rising too fast to abort its’ quaking path we stand in front of and beg to differ altering dimensional fissures like poetry as the mind’s eye reaches out to observe…’
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‘lost to all these other forces at work as their truths come first amongst this more studious tedium steady as some stronger than average bonds are created between those various selves inside people… the shaman of shame have spread their servicing disease far and wide with the fellow peddlers of a mystery too trivial and specific to be mistaken for wisdom bought and sold to whoever is randomly willing to fall for the tricks and the gimmicks, anchored to the decisions we make by the drugs we take as the fools we become stay kids all along in our lives trying by force to control this ideal “growing-up” hole we are buried into…’
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‘long trailing off into the man-made horizon now a sea as each person is a pilgrim in life’s pilgrimage toward true glories unknown until the journey ends for those heroes involved who had taken the steps with a courageous sight beyond even faith as resort of support quietly moving eye of the storm when struggle sunders all around like pendulous blades grinding the meat through the machine… we all want the good dreams at our feet to whatever whim there is at a beck and call waiting to perceive something real beyond the shitty feelings…’