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‘we are freaks in need of restitution, to renew our feckless constitutions in the wake of true revolt, and we are in need of actual human compassion instead of this defunct by-product of the human condition that has served as dim substitute for all these decades of havoc and mayhem that beasts like us desire in an attempt at stability… we are not insane, and the dichotomy of sanity overall is a useless expression of the enigmatic when conditions are not favorable in making others pursue the will of one mad god over individual rights imbued in imbecilic revelry, the queens are a punctual breed to favor their own in unquestionable orientations the proof of culpability among the unbelievers believing their unbelievable… the skull appears to be blank as a slate chalkboard reused and wiped away…’
out of Context;
‘inhabiting a positive disguise while walking in the midst of these losers collected Here like monsters herded and waiting to be destroyed, a lonely display for those millions of cells and souls to recollect into some other functional being as yet another avatar and instrument of the heavens, and allowing us to roam like unfiltered water or wandering cattle each with a potential to fill the airwaves with utter bliss or unerring stupidity… at whatever point, though, we can be chosen for something other than ourselves at a time when we least expect it to be true even among the other emotional beings Here… we are captured of our own weak-wiled survivor of oblivious reasons, as testing vessels for all manner of new wisdoms…’
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‘we are just as integral a part in this cosmic chain of events as any other beings, but we house alien transmitters in our brains that act as organic portals to the realities outside of our own conjoined material plane of purpose, we all do have purpose as i feel it necessary to state the obvious now… we are with a purpose to serve a higher function simultaneously, but are easily confused between what we are taught and what we feel is right, as we are coming closer to moving to reconfigure the reckless behavior of “Man” in these many dark ages past our prime number… the few cannot control the many without the many giving them the authority to do so, and thus defuse whole arrays of sage connective information and tissues…’
out of Context;
‘as use of many levels of shared experience becomes accessible to the larger perspective that humanity is on the path of this progress… like dueling badgers just humming along to the strumming of banjos as the caption reads; ‘reality the way it really is’, this is the redneck disease of human ignorance that has plagued our kind since we have allowed others to usurp our ideals and hard work towards establishment of the social mind over the hive, but it is so damned difficult to wipe out all the bugs from within as without… such is life under the freakish glass dome we abuse to protect ourselves and our kind, letting there grow this self-inflicted authority upon the rest of civilization…’
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‘there are discrepancies in this story, the rebellion is cut short by the genes of the lurking manipulators whose only reason to bring children into this plane is the creation of a scapegoat, and to inflict a sense of “world” order upon the more inferior of classes… what lies we are fed and oblige to continue to believe even as those ideals are proven wrong to follow closely… even as the naive lamb is run to the slaughter by the heartless mob mentality called ‘society’, there are tears of joy that conflict with the rage and anger at betrayal from the hands of leaders because they wish the changes to push themselves to the forefront of the human consciousness, and set about to cryptically terrorize and cannibalize the remains of what justice we ever had…’
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‘the television hive glows with the undiscovered foes on the inside disposing of the reasons to live, hording the few pieces of real beauty to the elite ivory towers in the distance too far to reach from Here, but just close enough for their tainted words to lure us off-course… distraction is the name of the game as the entertainment peels back layers of conscious awareness for sedative delight, and the substantial abuse of the system that retains the sensitive prophet for use as a figurehead tactic has outlived its uses as maniacal propaganda machine, the war has finally come into our minds instead of our doorsteps because the last great frontier is the involuted introversion of this human virtuality plugged right into the next world… crazy from the heat of this strain and disciplined edge…’
out of Context;
‘you can see it pisses me off into the barest threads of nonsense what we repeat and leach and die for off of the central horrible (whore able) affliction distressing the conscious whole, as the sharks and opportunists scramble for the blood like red jewels shooting out of the veiny little ley lines networking along our arms and legs, and the sinister singing fling of the fist into the face of another fellow human being strikes me with painful distrust for our own push and thrust that we might somehow know better for no other reason than what we think we own… we object to this grand operating directive of ‘kill thy neighboring states’ because what will be left when a black horizon glows with death…’
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‘it is necessary to use these words we have chosen to say more than can be easily expressed… we have a difficult task to try and make our challenges worthwhile in the same breath as being willing to challenge our unconscious resistance to understanding, but still cannot merely put all of our energy into one avenue of thought or conceptualization because that leaves too much beyond the doorway to scare us into submission… we must have no fear when trying to complete this quizzing reality each before us… the puzzles presented are the abstraction of ancient history, and we have need of our observant guides from within before the civilization becomes caustic as another dark experiment in space, but how to pay attention properly to their words?…’
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‘the day off in this weird state of disgrace is not a fair trade for less pay these days, as the heat grows worse by the seconds ticking away, and trapped in a hoodoo series of obstacles to prevent safe passage to the unwary… the shadows hold more than empty within them, you are the shadow when you are dead, and thus need to make whole your own dreams of unique selective direction… the dystopia opens out into one’s soul hoping for glimmers of respect in the eyes of the many, while the cruel cycles twist the winds into directions that give no yield to human harmony, and the fragments of sanity that compel one to subdue the true self is really insanity…’
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‘the ghosts in every room look at us much differently than we look at each other as flesh and bone creatures, their shadows are longer and resist the darkness as a means of transposing their substance which is now dark matter/ energy carrying the conscious as an intangible vessel, but these things we are only supposed to learn as fiction becomes real to all of our senses at once… the vanguard of the singularity, as though it were like a gateway to another dimension, is what one might term the ‘Singular’… at one time, the scales lift and lower to reveal the shock that comes with this transcendental growth that purges from our minds as though like a wave of particles shooting across the room from our mind’s eye…’