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‘floating like motes in the air as matters we have not yet as much care in our indifference to be aware enough to ensure our ability to survive all, but even all the warm contents of the soul cannot deliver one from the responsibility of being born Here in this formulaic state where reversal is commonplace for a seedier contingent of our race whose sources may not be of this earth for as a bit remotely wacky as it may seem as though they were spiritually reptilian of origin… they being those enforcing the powers that be in their heinous scheming scrabbling for opportunities to steal from others more deserving of their share of the world because we all contain value even though it seems as though that other more unscrupulous characters wield darker arts…’
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‘defying the hasty compressed and panicked reality that distorts this picture of sanity into looking like shit most days out of the week before trying to cross over out from after this life on into some other that i alone cannot certainly define to be true, and glimpsing serious spills over into our dysfunctional forms of fun that cater to our caterwauling as howling hooligans who do not repent as this ain’t like no church y’all been in since Dionysis reigned as the given god of the moment… revelry taken to the hilt…’
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‘an almost parallel psychic sympathy crossing one personal consciousness over edges of the fictitious and factual blurring lines and perceptive awareness… the psychedelic gap that finds its way into the dialogue because it is an essence vital to the next modern spirit advancing beyond the inhibitions of this last age lost to us through wages of war and secrecy gone against a people’s true willpower as a facet left undisclosed to others wishing to exploit for opportunity this real magic of truth, their agents are trained not to speak in the codes of the majority to distinguish their material power for the others even though it never stops too many from abusing the powers granted to make the person as marked authority figure from then on with current suspicions of corruption igniting remarks…’
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‘in the hearts and minds of a people to hatch creatures of social perfection out of these egg-like nuclear families whose dysfunctions can be hidden by years of tension laid bare as nerve after nerve is further torn away by happenstance occurrences swirling like instinctual notions inside the cells set to detonate at any instant, a system like this dissolving from dangerous incisions as the reckless decisions travel boldly to the public surface suicidal venting made maximum history upon impact as we decide who lives and who dies so easily without regard for the human life it is caught wasted as fated by a system whose propaganda mantras advertised and televised to the extreme of content as the anonymous majority watches it all upon multiple channels… no wonder the bees are dying off at an alarming rate…’
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‘minus the data of a misinformation wave that leaks into our modern age of almost total technological assimilation subsuming the casual human in all their luxury into the meat of the system merely by the interactivity central to this our storming force pushing into the digital, where this everything takes on a novel appearance to those novice to the digital world set in motion and constantly moving even in those long gaps of time that we seem to inhabit fully as the animal of humanity soon becoming aware…’
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‘shared but unseen as it exists in those darkest of the malefic reaches where a malfunction of a mind and body inhabit the similar space as that emotional form shaped by fluctuating patterns of those wildly mutating and interspersed in-between other senses surrounding the human being, acts of doing as much with our short time Here as is capable for one person suffering dry heaves from a holy mal de mer…’
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‘a trail of thoughtful dots following my ransack of head trauma as witnessed in the human condition Here… realizing that my work is difficult to say the least to strain through in one sitting especially for one not used to all of the zigs and the zags my pretty nous likes to toss like caltrops under your feet sometimes creating a yelp of pain before the motion and the reaction settles granting the swift occurrence of knowledge if the individual is wary of the prize opposite to the frustration of seeing all the words…’
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‘the spiritual essence that gives us the i-don’t-know-what to achieve these grand heights to which we have become accustomed and taken as granted, in this strange conundrum of feats and defeats outweighing those true opinions we have for ourselves unless otherwise prevented on the individual level where others decide our idea of fate and destiny to which we may eventually fall prey to machinations or plots that portray us in as socially unflattering a light without the simple courtesy for our basic knowledge, and from the outside we all appear as mechanical animals to a robotic extreme unkind to the idea of human error because to justify one vile act is to excuse others…’
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‘wanting features of one’s owned self launches into a rancid fit of disapproval for the centuries never to have lived as current crusades visible seem to lack in comparison with the epic validations that few of us nowadays have the will to achieve as originally attentive study perhaps, but this i can only surmise as true to assume as our world is still epically spinning even as we choose to dehumanize and compress and pull all passion out of a very real history for the general gratification in self-possessed “greater good” ideal broken by wealth and greed unleashed in a system that would embrace all stances with at least some respect for individuality as now a modern plague…’
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‘motor soul aspects of the greater being we know as ourselves, and the variables consistent enough to give access between these analytic functions of consciousness and a baser body in motion as the beast resides within as much without as the many decades fitting layers that collapse into place revealing further definitive forces lodged deeper than merely flesh can contain, trying to find traction in the struggle that suffering alludes to as delicate banquet to the senses…’