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‘yield a lucky couple of feet along ahead of the rest of the pack opening out with the wolves roaring and snarling into the cold err of way less compassionate creatures such as us berserk and twisting inside these crypts as coded mediators punching keys whose locks will not turn, within the tumbling churn as remedy follows syndrome whose ease is a communication ill in diseasing the herds as in almost everything has the urgent tendency to take over or to put it another way to dominate in a sense that the paradigm of opportunism pressuring us to be dolls and puppets being set up and manipulated like toys to be tossed aside or back into a silent darkness…’
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‘growth on the dark side born into the bright colors of that swirling sun and this galaxy the home to so many things that range the mystic scope of reality on into the extinctual or legendary status to be remade into yet another fetus with a chance at thrusting out externally, thus forcing selected orders out of the way as slates need to be blanked before the reset or reboot can begin to impel an event horizon to dawn anew instead of this glacial pace that seems to wither patience away to anger and frustration as painful moves are made and choices are betrayed for that unhealthy practice of hoarding whatever an individual besides yourself might need or want to keep to secure one’s own contented viewpoint oblivious to a large amount of the fascism…’
out of Context;
‘learning how to manage one’s own timeline through this continuum as the right passage will get you truly what that is you feel your heart’s delight deserves then life passes right into many phrases where observation and patience are keys to a kingdom that needs no castles or knights serfs nor slaves to redeem any of the valuable connections scattered and jamming all of the subtle frequencies around us as particles or motes floating like dust unseen as that fierce wind the deep sense of triviality embedded in the procession… tossing around the people and places caught in a tornado of souls as we all interact with each other…’
out of Context;
‘in these conformist mosh pits of splendid filth and ecstasy jostling our accreditation through a restless intimidated release as energy is exhausted by this criminal age experiencing itself subjectively everyone a bad guy inches away from doing a dastardly deed or two when the time comes as respect for the obscene pushes us into classic struggles with morality and chance, but we never stopped acting children even as we grow-up to then become this conceptual human fleeting following all standards to ease our relationships with others into that pool of drowning possibilities potentially lost tossed to the four corners where perhaps magic can exist without the consensus pressure of society Now taunting the natives…’
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‘as salesman, a rusting hustler still mining the opportunism where the dream once stood before subversion became the hunt and the sport over a ridiculously condensed amount of time with the game being the massive of people we are as much a part of as the rest lost in the dire shuffle thinking money is the solution as financial systems collapse for those not at the top of the heap reaping the rewarding and benefits yet a claim that no one else is responsible for the accumulation of that wealth, but this is of course false as a flag burning defiles our national integrity in flaming retribution in lifetimes of filth and hopelessness…’
out of Context;
‘ease the discomfort of bizarre altered states thought a better alternative to the blackout that hits to defenestrate the helpless mind out of the window of the soul once that threshold has been reached because there is only a tiny spectrum of “good time†before the closing just as hard as the initial launch, but these things are only the most positively effective when there is a respect for the humble qualities of the cherished fix pride burning out those without the slightest developed respect for either plant nor animal only the chase for that mode outside of one’s own specifics to attempt reality testing as personally-divulged tool in assessing a safety and the general attitude of the environment as it crosses our paths Here… restricted by an absent authority that believes itself inevitable…’
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‘onto legends that status which cannot be transformed supposedly by the lashings of mortal fascinations when unfolded into diseases that have yet to reach the ground zero to assess the damage that will be done later that quakes and collapses the foundation of medical science and academia to an extent that will register a lot further down into the content of the realm we inhabit, and as them we are left with very few threads to begin following out of the maze contorted by displaced facts and the twisting of fiction that creates a tension palpable in detail that trivializes the compiled experience that makes us the who we are today almost set as self-aware prototypes of the opportunism rife within this feckless microcosm mushed and misshapen by the magicks of more than just some stage act…’
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‘nothing makes much sense without so much as a road map to triangulate a pathway to attack upon the basis of a stratagem that will be striking out against those naysayers trying their hands at a sooth as a truth saying whatever they wish to create a fundamental though not fundamentalist shift in these self-evident truths vibrating no matter the person vying for dominance, but figures who do come to power are not ever what was expected when they apply to rules that give leeway to certain groups opposed as to those viewed as being the inferior and lacking any appropriate traits to pass on to those of the future of the evident species though this of course is all a game played to keep the general population as paranoid as possible…’
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‘still shooting the seed trying to reach the stars without realizing that the help of others is a necessary practice among our fellow human beings whose separate glories are just as valid, and as these supposed truths we are locked within by our subliminal subversive devotion to are also those cures that kill the familiar with rituals undermining truer happiness to create the saddest faction of humanity separated by us as an accepted deterioration that becomes reality over the fantastic coordination that shuffles our shit off this mortal coil and on into the love of a void that annoys us to be this out of touch with our heads hearts and a harmony that could right the wrongs made so righteous by the wrong people pushing out through our history as a menace of phantoms…’
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‘something more relevant than merely conforming to the opinions of others where no comfort is granted with any of a casual goal pursued tethered to this basis for operations by theories on string and those tentative connections between us rivaling bullies confronting to intimidate or terrorize or worse while the sequence of events rolls further off the assembly line lied to by the sports always heckling the good intentions of anyone they would prefer to use or move, and the abuse gets thick and tense and noxious as well once you learn under what auspices of whose grotesque sense of history we all shuffle about taking on those burdens and proofs to which it is to be reasoning of authority that we finance and follow with these horrid terms applying to make everyone a criminal easily persecuted…’