A better man could not have been found, but he has been haunting my dreams of late. Could he be that perfect person taking the apocalyptic role destined to proceed us to the end game? Is he really the fiend I might be implying? Only time will tell, and with the year 2012 fast approaching, it might just materialize as fact. Not a racist bone in me, I swear, but this change shit is a little too trippy for me. As most of our modern ancestors have been waiting for this step into innovation for ages. This civilization is coming to a frothy head, my darlings, and so on that note, this is only part of the beginning. As for the whole antichrist bit, what I am trying to get at is that Hey Seuss’ appearance on this plane …
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‘We are the beasts locked up in a zoo of ill repute… The gatekeepers are truly afraid for their living minds, and let the organic portals channel their impossible odds somewhere else…’
the ghosts of the past bait us to think raw thoughts on our own… breeding dismay at our own actions… from where does this ephemeral holy spirit come?… this salty gooey fluid from between the thighs and in-between the eyes and ears… a jolting sensation that brings temporary satisfaction and comfort… feelings only seen in the interactions of coitus extreme experienced to dreamy pleasures witnessed only amid the few potential inhabitants… ectoplasmic orgasmic joy… the recreation in explosions and bursts of wholly unknown substance… a quintessence that truly defines this place we find ourselves within… the stroking gesture warranted through the cash and crisp barter for services rendered as the fluid is expelled… maybe true happiness lies in not having to shoot a load across the room… lies maybe in the tender embrace of another instead of the lip-smacking …
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‘I let it distract me from who I really am, I let the decent things I am sometimes capable of move me to let go, and then I become the prick I really am… distrustful and distasteful in all my manners with respect to other human beings… will I be like this until I die, or will I learn without hurting myself or others?…’
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‘the morons and the assholes alike, their movements are measured sequences in annoyance, and the only expectations to meet are the wrong ones to know… the taboos drain us of life and liberty to think that what we are doing is right to some aspect greater than ourselves… do we even deserve the pain of this kind of abuse from fated interaction?…’
Fed through what the world experiences as us, but we are not merely the pawns or puppets of some triumphant kings or things from another cosmic power… We must stack the odds in our favor one day at a time…
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‘…whether the entity could be called a devil remains to be seen as it seems to me to be anything but be able to be labeled so easily, and negative energy is only a means to make the ensnared less wanting to escape the familiarity of the doomed outlook…’
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‘So then there stands the misanthrope… The womb is rusted shut, but learns much playing the ancient man’s games… Divide and conquer… One of the horsemen laughs in tone with these childish, messy antics… Messianic, manic and prolific….protean and malnutrious of mind…’
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‘social engineering just leads us to reconstruction of our past beliefs in what real means, and so we all seem to reweave the popular construct in the name of progress… so it would seem to us, the insiders looking outward, and so toying with ideas of apocalyptic natures as opposed to man-made continuity seems to be completely applicable to this extreme spectrum of speculation… where is a home for these theories?…’
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‘there are too many days in lonely contemplation, and eternity becomes the twisted prism, reflecting the divine light into deformed Technicolor… the remote control over selfless puppetry trying to live a life born from dreams as we commit to the reality… that graphic hole from which escapes no light…’