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‘only gods cull their flock to take some and leave the rest to learn greater lessons, those left are treasured by pillaging machine that society becomes in a blank and static age, but the rape of the earth and its resources leaves many of us the villainous culprits by default… so take out all the loans you can, and smoke them while you have got them, maybe at least then those left can finally reset this terrible situation… gloat the bloated corpse with its painted disgraceful ways, sitting in that funeral home basement waiting to be shown like a dead debutante in the grim glory of them who have something left to live for, and as a reminder of what we have yet to escape from now… the lesson of mortality…’
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‘the ghosts in every room look at us much differently than we look at each other as flesh and bone creatures, their shadows are longer and resist the darkness as a means of transposing their substance which is now dark matter/ energy carrying the conscious as an intangible vessel, but these things we are only supposed to learn as fiction becomes real to all of our senses at once… the vanguard of the singularity, as though it were like a gateway to another dimension, is what one might term the ‘Singular’… at one time, the scales lift and lower to reveal the shock that comes with this transcendental growth that purges from our minds as though like a wave of particles shooting across the room from our mind’s eye…’
out of Context;
‘as the spinning energies wear thin on the skin of the cosmic void, and we are taunted/ haunted by the idea of eventual collapse without hope to lift us above our fears and panic, to allow us the motion of drifting on our laurels once the satisfaction threshold is breached by human will… the essence of the emptiness surrounds like a dream that all of us participate within, the rigid systems we employ are only temporary gears to displace ourselves further from a conscious removal of self, and we seek to interact with while at the same time deny others from looking inside of our minds…’
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‘sometimes the state of reality is too overwhelming for the passionless mutants that stomp and wail against the perceived insult of actual human intelligence, but these inhumans have found their ways into political forums that dispose of the respect and credibility deserved of one who actually tries to motivate positive change… we are vain and we are blind, we hate people who are not polite, but a heavy reliance on this principle alone is false and leads a society astray… we quip and insult our way into taking advantage of others who we do not even know with factual evidence of their decency…’
out of Context;
‘swiveling like some ocular oracle implanting suggestions in the mind’s eye, blind and ever-loving of the violent peace crashing in as the calming tsunami sending pulses miles onto shore, and the nervous reaction to this intense and vital bliss leaving an excruciating afterburn on the taste-buds as the mouth leaks words to wonder by in these dusky diverse concepts possibly based around some vicious lie… keep talking to that part of ourselves that tries to shield us away from the blissful release on life, talking it out of the harassing order it seems to want clockwork when all bodies in motion work on their own timing Here, but in the least reclined state to better advance through the years intact as the shells wear thin… where do we depart, oh ghoulish friends?…’
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‘as a warrior upon perhaps a purest path to take past all perverted grace of leprous debt insane resuscitated joining hands to force the energy forth like hardcore flaneurs roaming the streets with no hope for a future setting of day and night in cycles of systematic repetition… not nihilists but hopeless idlers wandering aimlessly through dark stone columns of souls variously lit at spots like some vibrant everlasting torch or candle expelling darkness in a short halo around its view of the city, the pants are worn at the knees and see-through to some degree while these stains from the blood will not go away, and the washing machines walk among the mad unyielding fiends you get used to seeing everyday…’
out of Context;
‘the conscious kinetic tingling with charisma through the magnetic personal energy, mutates but does not conform to every serious thinker that believes they hold weight, and melding reaction and its mentalism recreated as side effect the thoughtless tractor pull… no patience for the stayed and true, tradition breaks people overcurious for more, friction in tension with the sparking of attention altering time/ space/ and conscious matter… far outweighs the lurking quality, manifested thinking while others holler hallowed the fodder with random assuage in shallow pursuit of lingering moral excess, and writing by night light and other avenues of the weak end… docked into the new understanding while couched in understatement…’
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‘the pieces are there whether obscured or otherwise because the other people have put them in the way like obstacles as they have lived and died together, the energy recycles and stirs the rest of this cosmic stew, and we all eat from this guesspool of proteins and protons in real-time space… we speak of small miracles to submit to a truth beyond ourselves, beyond our frequency to realize honestly among the liars that surround and defile that calloused witness through the lifetimes of experience acting as layers of atmosphere that gets tighter as we allow ourselves to choose and be chosen Here…’
out of Context;
‘the dragging feeling tries to harvest our stinking atrophied energies, or rather what is left afterward to be harvested properly is what the energies we mingle with brings to the surface, like sweat through our pores in fits of fear or ecstasy as we release the beast within our cells of the divided and conquered… we race to find cures to things only the wealthy are trying to fund as part of their plans in prophecy to wrack havoc with the real patrons of the movements in this place, in all its flawed appeal and production of commodified trysts tightening the woven fabric of this cosmic thing…’
out of Context;
‘few clues to support that we have ever been kept manipulated from the start with legends created to channel our efforts into the pockets of those who would benefit most from that potential energy… we are each avatars of a different meta-species that descends from other realms outside of our own phantasmal scope of rational analysis and focused awareness, we come together in the world of universal flesh with diversity cutting marks into walls as our progress moves further beyond our homes in establishing the human quality, and we are fooled by these suits of skin hiding any true nature underneath this sensitive subjective display of traits… in the act of pursuit for the perfection of qualities among the breeding stock…’