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‘left to our own devices to understand the old universe in its’ immensity as it utterly shifts with internal change ever-constantly to shape us and the progress of life and consciousness on more than just our world, and i see the name i was born into with the parental clones manipulating sets of genes they’ve both worn out their welcome to control as juvenile rebellion pushes me to show them just how much i am not like their flawed beliefs or perceptions by taking a new name and making those decisions that reveal a grown child still buried under whatever expectations adulthood has made sane to us…’
out of Context;
‘to look forward to in this present existence with many a vague mystery in mind to evoke a new future where no more do we need to insult each other, where the awkward sting of a verbal missile fired off from the mouth of idiots leaves no other scar than a busted gut from laughter instead a slaughtering salvo to which clears the room of positive spirits, but we are always developing our personal skills as people interacting with people in the social circuit running deeply which is why it is ludicrous to think that these negative projections can go on much longer without awareness of their devastating impact…’
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‘atrophy of soul expressed by the opportunists striking out and lashing down the pieces of dream that got them where they are now in the first place, and thinking as though we are the first last and always of this dimension even when working this beast is the creepiest ride ever wrapped in soft wet leather as the blood washes through our veins flooding again and again, and warping the “wood” that has made up this fragile shipping crate, meant for more destinations than even we can explain…’
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‘essentially determined to affect the world, and our dreams from inside this forever lived as experiential information save condemned to flesh out this dimension comparable to the stray ant farm metaphor so true as we anthropomorphize on into the sunset-lit horizons that mark the end of days gone by looking out and forward… sometimes sunshine blind by the customs that do bury our human tribe alive as we take on these traits further than death will measure…’
out of Context;
‘the objective goal has breached an obnoxious attention to detail?… so many alternate sides to argue the rippling reflections upon guilty feelings and repentant repercussion flex as side effect of this grand human domestication system wet networked naturally organically flowing together whether through opposition or assimilation, there is an atmosphere at work Here in a bubble churning up to the surface dynamically surging as innovators and tyrants are raised to levels of encoded programming performing for us in our moments of mad weakness…’
out of Context;
‘those ready to plummet are convinced of the lostness within them even as others would perceive another rare glimpse inside through insights dividing the practical individual from the madness of the creative drive whose urge edges closer through the random acts of abused flesh attempting some defense of a private kind, holi-dazed glaze over all eyes of the blinded can perceive tugging at the violence a cyanide Christ and his devil bunnies queer with their lazy approach empty by rote…’
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‘to defend from the ignorance insulting this feast for the senses cradled in every word and phrase, to delight or betray with stylized stolen frames of mind to mock the lies behind shallow guises as social affair ritualized, but what of the subtlety of thought mutating these perceptions considered insulting by the naked mind dragged away by the visions too stark and cold to be only for show embedded within synchronizing the dwindling fragile remains of time we have left choosing conformity over this font of knowledge made real…’
out of Context;
‘taking enlightened consciousness to live on the ground floor to learn what life is for in processing the experience as it relates to ourselves and the everything residing around playing a part in human being as the environment affecting our world, and it is a room with a view in onto the objectification of those elements as they morph and whirl in this blast furnace we have created collectively and maintain with an odd absolution of fury realized cold hard and true forceful like the reckless few who take the matters into their own hands to conquer all those crevices and cavernous realizations ever devised by the magnetic anti-mind behind substance…’
out of Context;
‘subverting anything humane into the opportunistic vanity happily paralyzing integrity to homogenize a feeling for this tragedy as interactive struggle, and the battle is never over for those lost and longing for the substance of armed combat becoming darker juvenile fits if sustained any longer than necessary after the real fight has finalized a heroic decisiveness… declaring winners and losers left for all to define in a propaganda effort to banish or shun the other side of the argument from opening at the mouth with a rambling tainted dialogue of sins, revealing through transparency the roots of a conflicted sense making us the common barbarians of legend…’
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‘the edge of all our times, superior ideas lured from statistical averages used to deepen the separation as dismissal and violence are vital in assimilating by strangulation the culture from the people who support and create all material value within as manifested from ages past and those yet to arrive by virtue of the need to survive in this vapid cruelty maintained as certainty with vicious absolutes ruling over the cowards subdued, but yielding not to honesty or love but to the harsh lines drawn out and consequences long listing the slightest infraction to chart this hellish state described as necessary struggle for which we all seem to give in something that affects our abilities as people relatively scraping by at the base line barely human being always questioning life…’