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‘manipulating hypocrisy, and always with a robot god’s face draped in a hood winking to eclipse the harm in the demon actions that have been far removed into a visage glaring in the sun… the odd strains of the voice match the ins toward the outs as the demons come and play to watch the fear as it boils to the surface of my skin, and it drips its drops of sweat under bright lights that taunt and glare overhead like launching into a thousand karaoke songs at once it would seem, the twisted gut approval portrayed by the gnarled things that we most become in our shallow critical waves as applause sounds out in chorus around the room and back again… the tentacle raped itself from the metaphysical miasma of dread that some artists interpret…’
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‘lustful portrait of descriptive gesture at some virtual length and leisure, bodies of thought and feeling combined describe the experience ever expanding the functional art of adventure, and how is it that we can project and commit such appalling acts onto each other without ever having met at first?… the faked authorities try to restrict what they don’t know, and all “true” knowledge comes from books and orders and other ideal remedies for this chaos filled with potential all surrounding us, you have to learn defense against the dark arts on your own as no teachers care long enough to look you in the eyes as a human being… giving up much for the most mediocre known… the manufactured perk that comes with the playground as we move up in levels like the games we play…’
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‘these bastards in power have the stamp of approval from the top down while no one ever asks the soldier or the families if they ever approved of this… we are traitors to our own kindness as we mock the very idea of respect by allowing the battered bones of the dead to be put in mass graves stashed away like shit beneath the outhouse, and as the unknown soldier groans for relief of duty, the madness of a saddened face jerks to one side to look away… burned and scarred by chemicals used as weapons in the ever-revolving doors of combat that many are pushed through in order to collide head-first into the people trained to be our only enemy, who suffer the same fate as our own ‘Merikan version…’
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‘in demand from birth once they learn to sell themselves properly as the repetition kicks in… demon genes that filter through the possession of mankind in the grip of defaced treatment by displaced human rage, we ensnare ourselves with obvious tricks and torments that somehow keep us all in pace with one another, but still it seems a disgrace to be a cruel and inhumane risk to the rest of this specialty grouping in the annals of a distorted history… a compassionate heir to the victory that might be human but more than likely but will be truly alien to us, and we are living in an age of the living aliens walking amongst us at all times, watching the angelic beings perhaps traffic with those perpendicular of mind below the surface of the waves turned particle…’
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‘i try to think what kind of fascist swine would choose to wreck my site like that, as it makes me very angry at that micro-brained retrolink that would do something so harsh, but then i come to realize that their cruel actions reflect the greater sorrows afflicting our world today as well… only with rampant bouts of insensitivity would people ever be inspired to do the same, and we allow these infected lifeforms into our homes and into our heads where they can do the most damage over time like a sickness that can never fully heal properly, we seek bold answers to questions that no one wants answered with the excuse being that the general populace is not ready to understand itself yet… i say that is shit…’
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‘maniacal gibbering idiots, those who have worked hard to corrupt their youth into small pebbles of waste shat out with the rest of the expensive lunches to look fashionable with the current trend of a fascist nutrition, and one that keeps its human cattle fed on trash and excrement while saving delicacies for the honest villains who feel they have earned the right to waste their worth on animal flesh… a believer might chalk it up to god for reasons that don’t make any obvious sense through realist eyes, but this is not so of i who is never quite so real as these times when speaking is less accurate than spitting out the raw abstracted bits Here, so what if i feel as though our government here in the States has betrayed us all…’
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‘i am a piece of shit with genes this unguided, but what did you think?… did you think it would just smooth out eventually if you just sat back and made money like some bloated old fat cat?… i am amazed how things twisted and turned to make things this way, and all throughout this cycle people just kept making stupid decisions without being honest with their stupid behavior, always causing more problems because you and i aren’t honest with each other… oh you can criticize me until you are blue in the face, but can you actually see the person you helped create?… no… you just abuse words to throw up a defensive act… generations raised in ignorance can’t be blamed as the bad parents…’
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‘some folks take to the extremes like its water for the bottle-nosed dolphin as they gang rape their girlfriend until she drowns, though infrequent among these aggressive cetaceans as the metaphor stands aside for the common ass-gaping that the government parlays into blue chips and stocks that won’t quit, but what is the poor little consumer left with when this is so much the case recently with these hungover modern nights?… the will of a people is subdued to put into place a tolerance for the rude and oblivious taking the respectable jobs away from those more deserving because of treacherous about-face plays for dominance and control as though the boardroom were anything like the wilds of a natural scene where beasts fight to survive this way…’
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‘unlike my parents now, i still have a vibration of rebellion to guide my attentions even at this critical juncture in my life, and i regret that my parents seem lodged in the simplistic attitude that money can solve the world’s ailments all alone… not with all those subtle economic monopolies going on behind the scenes on that stage of powers that be, this aged mentality is slowly coming to a halt as the generations are collapsing after us, and it seems this bubble of life amidst a cold sea of the deathly eternal holds all the heat and warmth for a limited span of time acquired by these strangely human figures at the forefront… the continuum seems to glide along the track like a monorail through space and the linear existence of history…’
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‘”contributions” are mild and ingenuous in the real range of human equality that most people have cast aside because of the acts of people we are fooled into trusting implicitly, the lobbyists in brain-Washing-ton DC throw money at the conspiratorial forces to make concrete their works to subdue humanity for more a profitable action with their rallying chanting evoking the violence of evil tailor-made to express the hatred for all things humane… how can we live with ourselves at this very critical juncture?… we treat each other like shit and burnt almonds in the space between awkward moments and dedicated focus, something few people can ever realize because of the vague statement “this is how the world works”…’