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‘the control that media has on our ideas as the system expunges our purpose and ethics for mass and volume and the efficacy thereof… we look only for the carved into stone approach as being the better of multiple choices, no matter how bitterly we have sacrificed for these backward ideals that siphon the creative impulse from the rest of this neanderthal cesspool that stone aged creations have leaped through like a warping portal from one stage to the next without even beginning to scratch the surface, but this is how one begins to carve away the wall-like covering over the fence that shelters this route from all the other intruders getting in lawless and chaotic of momentum… rolling down the mountain like a horse with no name…’
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‘the history edible and viable for the consuming mass quality in the realm of life phased constantly between the material lines and the crossing of artificial boundaries of growth meant to subdue the physical swell in number of individual cells that would consolidate into one massive titanous form to behold, as though this were some kind of Clive Barker tale at all, but no this is how all of the pieces even the feces come together within us to be expressed as the human being… no way to escape this grotesque burlesque or its dancing fools shambling the entertainment into a new state of frenzy to keep the surging binary code at work…’
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‘the particles of passion presented through old-fashioned ideals, it’s nice to know that we are so easy to twist the ideas around ourselves, and especially without the classic fear of retaliation that comes with a war brain set on kill like organic programming should be for the children to respond to… the haunting melodies as they swell and strain from their own will alone swiftly sift through the people like a sieve, we corrupted of humanity a majority built in disgrace for the entertainment quota of the rational fold taking public opinion to new levels of the hoard, and we appear helpless from the outside mind…’
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‘the fun is ever far from over as time plays the game of pretend, assailing us with the particles representing from concepts older than time itself making each player stage their own death to fit into the role they were made for, but realizing of that is just one more beginning to this stranger-than-fiction trick that appears deceptively quicker than the eye can see even as the show goes on… with stranger movements yet in the periphery on the edge of your vision like a hallucinatory menagerie in the shadows, though certainly not truly hidden only misrepresented through the halo sight we allow ourselves to witness and nothing else…’
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‘bailing bodies like hay into a wagon of disrepute, to forget about the subtle stasis required by the soul, and to have your lot thrown with every other person afflicted with religion as literal doctrine and not guidance… it is through these systems that we acquire our taste of the mythemes that are the kernels at the very core of any gilded belief, we grow enchanted with the surface appeal to the point of submissive acceptance beneath the material icons that have taken on new lives of their own as other religious qualities are assimilated, but this has always been the way before today to accept and conquer differing beliefs with a standardized box to put all superstitious paraphernalia into a marked ‘to be saved’ status…’
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‘this god-tested failure is not whether we are gods or believe that there has to be a god, but whether if we are going to choose worship of a force outside of ourselves thus putting our energy resource into this makeshift corporate entity that can be utilized against the collective will, or can it?… well, that depends upon if you can convince the rest of the collective will to believe in one reality through as many selves cycling the enervation back into one coalesced entity, or are we a collection of the incarnated representatives of the multitude pantheon of forces mistaken time and again as gods compelling this earth to move?…’
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‘the capitalist pack mentality has killed too many that have not complied to the standards set forth by the authorities, but too many of us disguise our will through helplessness taken to intense extremes… this brings me to my own plight as the human animal i realize that i am, but there is an exaggerated gap between my mind and body, even as i realize as well that this is merely perceptual… i have a high respect for the imaginary arts that fuel work in more than the written word, all symbols that wield powers Here but from the vantage point of the unreal behind what is tangible in this real time, and we freely blend our existences from both realities… the literal and the false all have a point of entry to this plane…’
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‘we have devised a means to the next ends, each on our own quest to inhabit our own personal realm enmeshed with others in this particular station of time/ space limitation which makes me question what other limiting factors would present themselves into further dimensional habitability, and how is it that our former selves breakdown to reapply themselves into other visions and visionaries to create the realities made by dreams?… we inhabit these dreams that are not our own, but questioning always the root of our existence leads to distraction by other questions that linger and remain after the main options are transfigured for this lifeform we extract as this reality…’
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‘adults create a code that changes over time but never in our lifetime, and the living unreality requires sacrifice to accomplish even a complete gesture for a continuous dream to emerge into the material plane as defined Here… we are now consuming the mind-to-computer-to-artificial intelligence connection to perhaps build a different body for ‘it’ to inhabit thus freeing those of us that might have chosen to disappear long ago from those who lead the way and stand beside the efficient run of things, but who are we to truly judge any other being in motion until those actions have led to submission to the powers that be, thinking anyone really owns the game being played by all of us together in facilitating the death of another human being let alone millions and millions?…’
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‘inked to every other being in this rarified state in time and space, submitting to the cruel standards that provoke us to adapt or die, and occasionally we meet our maker pondering too long the weight of conformity and community when may be we should just jump in head first to understand that which we do not… people can be the liability that is required to make things happen in any particular order in this world, the masses are necessary for the ebb-and-flow effect that shapes and moulds our atmosphere Here, and from that first narrow passage to the last we have the opportunity to create worlds within worlds… we waste our materials and we waste our lives working too hard for little compensation in return for our labors…’