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‘filthy is a different brand of beast to burden upon oneself as only one sight into the dreamtime depth, though this as rigid outline to follow is not equivalent to instruction and must be met through this depth of one’s own experiences equipping a poetry wit and prose to the con game a crying shame of shear luck cutting off the ears and eyes that allow us to travel via our minds and imaginative springboards that launch some as methodical madness manipulates anal lunatics to lubricate the collusion of opportunists to cast out in socio-psychotic episodes others of a nature turned away by these new leaders of the “free world†too unable to trust one another to keep out of places they are unwanted just as they condemn the natives of lands they conquer…’
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‘smaller bodies bumping and dried into clumps as though like routine debris left after a number of procedures has been endured leaving spent fluids all over the place as the toxic spill patterns trying to find a way to be shed without ever dying away as concepts have an immaterial immortality all their own barely relying on the human germs to carry them further through layers of gluttony in obese release of fats and fevered flatulence that contort the guts under pressure opened up by those severed severely vain… so obsessed but not seeing the answer directly in front of us as sugar and diet remedies selectively kill a segment of the populace to control and devalue another portion somewhere else…’
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‘a Mankind utilizing tyrannical methods to coax selfish logic out of whosoever crosses paths with one of these false profits inflating themselves to perilous proportions of a giving-to-take sequence allowing for their abuse of resources and labor by incredible strokes of the imagination not a fully-realized gimmick until it has swept us through a gauntlet of subconscious body politick as real progression can conform without the pressures and hassle of these ant-like creatures crawling in out to surface trying to peel back the foreskin of liberty to circumcise all the circumstances…’
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‘vanish into the horizon line making politeness worthless under the inadequate conditions that breed darkness in us the germs and discomfort that control tries to restore through archaic means that do nothing but save face in the long play of life as a record to take note of the energy and followthrough while the terror at confrontation eats at our consciousness and creates dramatics shifting all people places and things over the course of these unfathomable and ineffable times and events in which we live…’
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‘the resonating repercussions struck playing us against one another so convinced of our own righteous stakes to be claimed by these casually caustic voices who restrain us inside of our own heads through thinking in these uniquely individual states united by genetic dispositions and environmental equivalents of the sense of duty and honor that plague our offended egos, but subversive directions permeate the vastly stuffed reality into a pregnant and oversaturated compression that raises the levels of tension like the moon with the tides in repetition fully and unavoidably present in the suspension of disbelief Here too unorganized…’
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‘mating whomever the vicious wish to split in twain once falling farther than the rites of passing on into rituals that inhabit our souls to bring about particular behaviors that match or further their desires or wants… as ghosts we do swarm like gnats gathered to be inseminated by information hearing new or good things that chime this bringing crimes of joy deep into our brainpans to summon the creations if needed to dispatch of some task that is uneasy for the human article born under many bad signs of which mortality is one though certainly not the most audacious grave-digging as the winds howling pitch and bend letting us know respect comes through blasts of intimidation…’
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‘yield a lucky couple of feet along ahead of the rest of the pack opening out with the wolves roaring and snarling into the cold err of way less compassionate creatures such as us berserk and twisting inside these crypts as coded mediators punching keys whose locks will not turn, within the tumbling churn as remedy follows syndrome whose ease is a communication ill in diseasing the herds as in almost everything has the urgent tendency to take over or to put it another way to dominate in a sense that the paradigm of opportunism pressuring us to be dolls and puppets being set up and manipulated like toys to be tossed aside or back into a silent darkness…’
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‘onto legends that status which cannot be transformed supposedly by the lashings of mortal fascinations when unfolded into diseases that have yet to reach the ground zero to assess the damage that will be done later that quakes and collapses the foundation of medical science and academia to an extent that will register a lot further down into the content of the realm we inhabit, and as them we are left with very few threads to begin following out of the maze contorted by displaced facts and the twisting of fiction that creates a tension palpable in detail that trivializes the compiled experience that makes us the who we are today almost set as self-aware prototypes of the opportunism rife within this feckless microcosm mushed and misshapen by the magicks of more than just some stage act…’
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‘in revolutions of shameless surprise trying to wield opportunity like a hot knife to easily cut the butter of this fatty stubborn resolve that puts us at odds with ourselves much easier than with those narrowed sights we perceive being the reality in this case the burning window to the soul as hoop aflame to leap through forced when it seems that we cannot be the ones required to summon the courage to confront our fears as much the perceived flaw a shedding of tears is considered bad form or rude manners even though it is a catharsis for those so cryptic emotions… that we can be assured of anything is wrong and always is ending up fueling that sacred fire that is our divine being in the various forms of not only gods and monsters within…’
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‘unwary as the deep pool swallows the naive or ignorant with equal discrimination, but in this digital binary crypt we have found many avatars and solutions to solidify our place in this cosmos of dust and dusky horizons as closing eyes upon our current era which feels kind of uncertain even though there are many motives pushing from within as well as outside realizing that pressure comes through the tension created and manipulated by the least humane of our human beings Here having chosen loose and fast rules of recklessness to the detriment of all other beings involved or Here in the periphery… so we flip the script of whatever it is as written laws or otherwise whether the trials or tribulations of life and debt…’