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‘this crude disease stems and alters our reality edge by dredging up the vacant stares from the disinterested scum who watch the trash late at night with plastic under their thumbs, mocking the mock pictures presented before them in the dark with their slippers and underclothes so well exposed and scraping against the floor like a death shroud clouding up their halls as the well-timed electric sounds whir and hum in rhythm to clockwork days drifting in and out like the tide as something wicked different approaches us with tantalizing words of selling out to the toads who jerk and reside inside the minds of the cattle calling the kettle black or white…’
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‘Mankind’s conquest as their burden, as though these were the classical good times we might wax nostalgic over time and again even if we have been born at a much later date than these historic attempts at confining and condensing reality into the crazy trip it is giving authority to vipers as saints now distorted by faith amassed blindly to achieve some kind of winners’ place, but these are dreams which betray in the limp and impotent glare locked into a state of peril by indifferent and ignorant perceptions made Here to protect those who gratefully try to stay awake to the possibilities beyond this surreal wall of sleep raised to omit the few trying to reach out by making the most of this life and death steeplechase while trying to accept and understand the experiences…’
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‘a jagged circuit that signals around in an idiot loop of perpetual dissatisfaction and dismissal of all these easy signs that we are bending enlightenment away from truth to take advantage of the crisp clear cues that pop up when one is doing something wrong or untrue to themselves, but Here we are aren’t we just cattle fodder for the slaughtering blasts of the cannon and country alike in their wages to conquer this living sin made manifest by the limbs and loins of this Mankind as possessed by the animal urgency to breed in order to further the blood impulse as it burns through centuries and aeons without number or name…’
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‘this response to the ‘love everybody’ cliche that has permeated the vague threshold of old humanity where everyone and their grandmother knows the various lessons as they have turned into rhyme beyond reason used as a turnaround on fair play for those that have any such ideals, my people are the ones who ‘hate everybody’ in a sense that opposes the overwhelmed by love excuse that makes threadbare the simple human urge for some meaningful attraction instead of rejection… changing by subverting my sense of humility just a little bit so as to appear misanthropic while not fully giving in…’
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‘change is coming hard and fast into the spaces that fill out the blank stare autonomy behind the eyes as the icy glaze traps us under ice-aged social waste collected in minds, economy of motion glacially slow and cumbersome as a graceless wreck atrociously begins to intrude upon the hearth and home of captive civilian audiences locked in their oh-so-not-so terrible television friction in which burns the mind’s eye scraping with a vacant electric flare like a robot zombie ready for the next orders to follow like law to the letter, but we are so much more than shuffling corpses waiting to die finally to get away from this ornate experiment in social extremes and power games utilized to covet the resources…’
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‘the deviant in nature is not necessarily the villain to be quashed and condemned by the majority of simple minds as humanity in charge of security even though very few are capable to see the about-face that the greater governing authority tells us is right, but to glimpse through the glaze of subterfuge is a keen skill to possess in the nights and days of surviving this game that resembles living free but is truthfully a disguise of mind to hide us from enlightenment from inside, where the wild things are…’
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‘at one point i was considering myself ‘amniscient’ (a strange portmanteau of the terms Amish and omniscient) as the “weird” started to grow, and the ideas began fomenting with haste as to what honor i would bestow upon this unique path to visual extremes which became a gauge for what the year brought out in me and from my environment as pieces falling into place… today, i understand what it was that i was trying to do with my appearance besides modify it into a different shape…’
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‘base material transmuted into goals into which this conscious world takes its shapes and cues to create… the majority of us are confused by the variable complexities that seem to betray whatever humanity appears to be at first glance whether conscious animal or instinctual alien drawn into worlds within worlds of drama and consequence, the grand scheme as epic as it seems is really quite simple when one considers that humanity is the source of all these dreams becoming reality…’
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‘a caustic vibration as stating clearly that it does not want us as friends or enemies though certainly that is what we will become when the polite mask comes loose revealing the beast beneath, as it is armored against the petty as it might seem to be that there a coward’s heart beating is deep inside like an inner child screaming mad at being held captive in this soul as it grows and calcifies claustrophobic until decay, and this freedom breaks the mold a shell wide open to let move the inner universe…’
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‘the odd looping surge to one’s own practical version of reality while syphoning the negative affliction out of the wounds for its’ own good, to learn by experience and not just in hearing about it second-hand from some street thugs or goons who never wanted to know any better except by jumping straight into the fire, and not as though all of these ridiculous conversations about filth and doom and the endings that we prophesied soon how they were going to subsume the world with all of our worst traits… just as the idea of a roaring hot blaze is expected in the fireplace…’