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‘the diet of empty, a staggering plunge into the culturally-intrinsic reverse psycho-logic impairment of the age, and Here we cut the stark silhouette contrasted against the bright expanse of the precipice where we meet our dreams… the rebellion makes short work of organized thought…’
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‘dropping the eyes into the windows of the soul, where does the spirit jump out and play, but my thoughts always seem to make haste for the mechanical pulse inside of things like you or me… the dragging negative anchors…’
out of Context;
‘the grinding autonomous press printing the crest of gather living eyes to sway, and utterly repress the instinct which before now had come so naturally to one, though there are few ways to survive this information as such without the erosive feelings one gets when reading this…’
out of Context;
‘thoughts and things are taking their excessive toll on me, and everyone else that seems to feel the paint peeling back to reveal a true reality, the next wave comes… ages have passed since we came to understand anything true that was not just some other regurgitation, a “new” tangent on which so much without necessity rests, and frail board breaks as there are more to walk the plank overboard and off the ship… the tripping off the short pier mode of awareness, i see…’
out of Context;
‘we are a god of a sort that cannot know true power, which is to say that those dimensions already at conflict inside of our consciousness, all of those both collective and individual distances somewhere deep…’
out of Context;
‘the rape, the rape of ourselves and the land, and this misery translates again and again… tearing the tainted thrust apocalypse into the wind, and savoring that drastic sigh, as all hell broke loose in fits at night… the mind an unsavory stew…’
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‘where the rest have become friends, we have become enemies, but only in haste do we strike that turning page that neither of us tends to be on together… the stormy weather hits the boards with pleasure stinging as the anger and insults stack higher and higher…’
out of Context;
‘decisive devices carry out the lords of destruction, I find myself cringing with my fists out in front, and the sudden impulse to strike out… lashing only against the sides of hell, the silence felt so deeply when all else might be alright in some way, but cannot be…’
out of Context;
‘plodding with what condemned fortitude that only a hell-fire furnace can create… we summon the demons that taint our dark sideways glances, lacking any real forethought to the unmentionables, and dirtying those unclean and defective wholes…’
out of Context;
‘we walk with the crutches we were given from the beginning, but at some point even these break down, meaning the need to find new and better crutches sooner than later… threatened by my self desire while at the same time betrayed by the obligations i almost literally signed up for while i had the opportunity…’