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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…’
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‘whether nun or priest or some perfect sainted thing dressed and blessed and saved beyond the human suffering death wish to let the strongest yet survive and live… the build-up popping of the facial blemish like a volcanic wretch over all life that is known to wipe the slate clean yet again, some people pray for this to occur without consulting the rest and thinking the worst of whatever is out there, and then they might say that this is for our own good with villainous cackle included as the finger presses hard upon the nuclear vessel that humanity has become… defeated by the radioactive, the next form that defies logic of death or disease beyond light and restriction of authority, but we are held in place by lifetimes of intra-contradictory meanings and methods to organize something…’
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‘however, there are no instruction manuals as we are all gathered about in this sandbox filled with filth and all those other materialist toys to use with a tyrannical touch, and we are forced to understand their technology in order to survive their games that they play both in our minds and with our bodies… we force ourselves to understand what we only know fragments of as we dream, all the various life times melding together in this aspect of the unreal made flesh-bound matter beast, and Here we are at the cross-hatching of line where laws and rules are only used to sway the tight vote in one direction of certainty over another… the man-made treatments that have left psychic echoes resonating for all to pick up on…’
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‘soon obsolete after completing this puzzle of artificial intelligence in the next wave as the consciousness chooses the newest model to become that living god status that humans have abused too far stigmatizing the art of robotic research as a harsh rebuke of humanity in all of its myriad splendor that will resemble pets further into the future than even science fiction can imagine as vividly… living through the unreal seems impossible now even as we do exactly that by the mere act of living at all as the memories cohesively come together as through the simple picture book, and it is in this place that all options are presented in full sharper quality yet as the technology thrill enraptures us all to some extent like an immediacy of holy vision…’