A better man could not have been found, but he has been haunting my dreams of late. Could he be that perfect person taking the apocalyptic role destined to proceed us to the end game? Is he really the fiend I might be implying? Only time will tell, and with the year 2012 fast approaching, it might just materialize as fact. Not a racist bone in me, I swear, but this change shit is a little too trippy for me. As most of our modern ancestors have been waiting for this step into innovation for ages. This civilization is coming to a frothy head, my darlings, and so on that note, this is only part of the beginning. As for the whole antichrist bit, what I am trying to get at is that Hey Seuss’ appearance on this plane …
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‘Not a cannibalism of consciousness, but preserving and savoring the meal of existence, and my eyes reveal a distracted nature buried just below…Not always a heavenly distraction, either, but more or less a nasty little thought that pries its way through the muck on the surface, digging its hooks into the flesh to metaphysically snack on the negative emotional supercharge…Those ghosts know how to tear at one’s mind, don’t they?…’
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‘My time Here has been marred by a handful of incidents as this, but my narrow-mindedness is not making me its bitch forever…Narrowing should only create a more focused approach Here, but if given the reigns, it can soon turn into a harrowing whirlwind to overcome…’
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‘Procreate out of a fear of death, and I will show you the animal inside playing human games… That demon that houses this ghost, allowing us access to the machinery Here, and it is our choice to monkey-wrench or support this structure…’
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‘so where does devolution come into play?…When the artificial self decides it wants to be organic again?…What mockery is this to the gods we are…Swaying fatally back and forth over the extremes…Making solid decisions is best left to those with the controls firmly in place, and to those with the awareness necessary among these beasts making out like people ought to be…I question the assault on our senses, and ask forgiveness from no soul who tries to find their own version of this reality…’
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‘Maybe this is all some Aryan virus to destroy us all, leaving white power to still fuck-up their own lives, and one day dying from too much incest…Maybe that is what justice would look like if it were real…The epoch opens and closes like a spastic sphincter out of the bowels into reality…’
