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‘inked to every other being in this rarified state in time and space, submitting to the cruel standards that provoke us to adapt or die, and occasionally we meet our maker pondering too long the weight of conformity and community when may be we should just jump in head first to understand that which we do not… people can be the liability that is required to make things happen in any particular order in this world, the masses are necessary for the ebb-and-flow effect that shapes and moulds our atmosphere Here, and from that first narrow passage to the last we have the opportunity to create worlds within worlds… we waste our materials and we waste our lives working too hard for little compensation in return for our labors…’
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‘cower the sour assault on this digression of the bottle-fed lead weight society that deals in fear like it was water to be bottled yet again, and recycled straight from the sewer hole sweating with condensed frothing filthy scum and whey, the chaff is already horrendously absorbed by the great big death machine whirling around as more than horsemen have appeared to take away the spirit of life… the manic and oppressive forces that be Here to devoid the static complacency that holds no formula for world domination, but instead forces the majority to conform to the ill-health of the state the human beast is chastised within, the wholesome cage with no keys and all locks are held tight until the game is closed… that fear factory mentality enveloping the whimsical wondering of creative schtick and shock…’
out of Context;
‘egg cracked open for this particular dish that has become something quaking just below the sliding motion that the others are predisposed to as they might slide back into the abyss when they are done with these holographic forms marked as human beings, and mass production profile defiled for corrupt tone of efficient waiting scheme as the few ever awake as they should in order to fully interact with their aspect of reality… it seems as though this world might want us to leave at some point in the near future futility of our space, the human aliens want to fully control this suburb of the cosmos with their intellectual decrees of faith and harmony while the reckless multitude are wishing for utter freedom from rules…’
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‘the mockery of our tribe comes so naturally as to parody the absolute sense of self at all out right, in this phenomenal realm of matter we are merely conscious animals aware of little more than our own endeavors to break free of a static quality that traps us into the crazy impact obligating ourselves to the selfish needs of others, but it is not so easy to break that determined cycle of life with liars’ rights provoked… the stupendous mystery that hides behind walls of misery are contrasting to the freedom we on this side of the unreal take for granted, but given by what force of nature to some such a set of condemnable creatures such as we, the roving packs of criminal intent honed sharp on the broken bits of proffered livelihood stolen…’
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‘we are freaks in need of restitution, to renew our feckless constitutions in the wake of true revolt, and we are in need of actual human compassion instead of this defunct by-product of the human condition that has served as dim substitute for all these decades of havoc and mayhem that beasts like us desire in an attempt at stability… we are not insane, and the dichotomy of sanity overall is a useless expression of the enigmatic when conditions are not favorable in making others pursue the will of one mad god over individual rights imbued in imbecilic revelry, the queens are a punctual breed to favor their own in unquestionable orientations the proof of culpability among the unbelievers believing their unbelievable… the skull appears to be blank as a slate chalkboard reused and wiped away…’
out of Context;
‘inhabiting a positive disguise while walking in the midst of these losers collected Here like monsters herded and waiting to be destroyed, a lonely display for those millions of cells and souls to recollect into some other functional being as yet another avatar and instrument of the heavens, and allowing us to roam like unfiltered water or wandering cattle each with a potential to fill the airwaves with utter bliss or unerring stupidity… at whatever point, though, we can be chosen for something other than ourselves at a time when we least expect it to be true even among the other emotional beings Here… we are captured of our own weak-wiled survivor of oblivious reasons, as testing vessels for all manner of new wisdoms…’
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‘making the burning bushes fit into a slot left for a crucifixation peg, in other words recognizing that others’ judgment is provoked into being through the use of the most powerful of righteous example to make change occur, and after the fact many have abused the jargon of religious hegemony to make a king/ fool relationship out of these terminal human observances… in this case, it is the retaliation of the enslaved humans against the humans believing themselves to be masters of physical and esoteric secrets, and these ivory league elite being thick-headed enough to think that they are the only ones with this ability… a real example of the worst kinds of hoarders, keeping the sources of all forms of knowledge a private affair instead of a naturally free and public access…’
out of Context;
‘once everybody knows the rhetoric, everyone begins to repeat and parrot those lessons that the individual deems worthy, whether this assumption is made on the basis of family or religion varies… the values that become engrained by this odd process of cultural elimination and assimilation is a startling order, attempting to rearrange all the parts per million that there are Here, and to manufacture a perfect circuit of force and form to make the will of gods manifest… no one remains a non-entity for long in this world, the energy is on loan for only a few intervals of time and motion until the organic tissue breaks down into ooze of a primal nature…’
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‘we are glorified caretakers that abuse our privileges too often to take notice of ourselves, but the mind police are Here too, trying to winch gratuitous gluttony of the beast we have diseased into existence… too little too late, as their too overcautious excuses clutter the headroom needed to get around in this expanding lounge space where the alien meets the animal struggling to make a human resemblance, a human connection so as not to be truly left alone, every performer wants an audience after all… not all of us can give the expected response that our society of standards requires of us, but instead we rebel against the grain of the indoctrination, compelling us to eat the same shit…’
out of Context;
‘don’t forget, what you see is what you get, and sometimes not even then because of how fucked our system truly is by now… the discretion seems too much to tolerate, a judgment call too damn wicked to retrieve from the dark hallow halls of power without the proper resolve of brown on the tip of your nose, and the idiot madness that comes with working the different angle into your dragging ethic of focus and limitless possibility… the culture will try its damnedest to rub your nose in the filthy mess we all have contributed to in order to make you think that only one person could ever be responsible for the disasters intermittent throughout the state of our present world, but these are all lies and propaganda…’