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‘inspiration in the form of healing that takes place when the social pathology throttling the collective mind collapses into dust, taking with it all the financial and materialist burden from humanity in order to reestablish the humane somewhere within us, but we are certainly not there yet even though it doesn’t hurt to push the consciousness beyond the brink of mere ego satisfaction… we are the middle ground or laboratory perhaps, the testing furnace where everything happens before it moves on to other avenues of valid expression Here, and the nature of diversity allows for such imperfections in humanity as corruption and evil to further sort out the “bad” eggs from “good”… careful not to crack the egg…’
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‘i need to get out of this stage of being excited and frightened in the same breath as the rest of these ill-mannered verbal assaults, not letting my individual aspect to psyche so easily collapse under pressure of any unreal ideas curious what might happen, but in a perfect world maybe there is the perfection necessary to promote a mechanical type of natural harmony… however, this is no perfection what we have co-opted so haphazardly in establishing Here, and earth is the home where the heart is set as the outpost for drooling hordes of so-called “civilized” unrest ready to manage a real life among the humans… these are no tiny feats that one could use to create an unfaltering foundation for the rest of their breed extending outward with one body of atrophied genes…’
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‘coping with reality no matter how cruel or massive the information necessary to assimilate… the raving madness of the mind’s deepest fears and grief explored on a plane of experience that incorporates the multitude lessons with the other translations percolating to the surface of material made by human interjection, a fistful of anarchy just waiting to happen in so many diverse settings to fuel the riot to overthrow all states, and conquer those aspects of self that have escaped to commit harm upon others to places other than where humanity tries to thrive as there will be no easy classification of all beings into this or that category… the title of this piece is also due to the fact that most surface personalities prone to be projected at people as related to a functional arms-length mental defense…’
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‘adults create a code that changes over time but never in our lifetime, and the living unreality requires sacrifice to accomplish even a complete gesture for a continuous dream to emerge into the material plane as defined Here… we are now consuming the mind-to-computer-to-artificial intelligence connection to perhaps build a different body for ‘it’ to inhabit thus freeing those of us that might have chosen to disappear long ago from those who lead the way and stand beside the efficient run of things, but who are we to truly judge any other being in motion until those actions have led to submission to the powers that be, thinking anyone really owns the game being played by all of us together in facilitating the death of another human being let alone millions and millions?…’
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‘it is so totally unfair how we have let bureaucracy take over for our substance of freedom, what madness is this that sucks us into its grip, and then tethers us to one spot if we allow ourselves to appear complacent when really it is a case of doing what we what we can to free ourselves from the painful organization of fiends endlessly provoking us into their actions of choice… sometimes you have to learn how to feel like a villain, it is only by learning not to fear oneself that allows for unlimited adaptation to a treacherous world, and we are ill-equipped from the beginning because of a powerful cultural bias presented before our birth… how rotten is that?… we have no in-bred compassion, my friends, it is a learning experience in the ever-present…’
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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…’
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‘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…’