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‘our idea of politeness mixed-up with genteel suppression opposing questions, we talk and share the stories that thrust a weight into our living belief as it crosses the tiniest threshold which our soul enters free of this forming that was born into this casual surface decided by those great general established quotas whose status quo requires us to uphold the proof that this system works while mystery drops out of this mapping as we create it absorbing this virtual reality as it stings and it hangs in the err sometimes provoking our reactions as it wishes autonomously like a body, but when it comes to rulership there is no measurement for this vessel expressly exceptional toting silver lines as thread at time like a cosmic harp imagining our lives inside of this puzzle that looks like us…’
out of Context;
‘cruelty and vanity uphold these bullshit laws that do not protect or serve that majority who finds no peace in this world by forcibly dragging the society we have been granted into a whirling dervish of petri dish ideals left to be examined after an exposure to this erosion, but as spirited expressions we slam together opening and closing a door of perception at a time as the self evolves through an involvement in the survival game struggle that invents any ideal of the rugged individual who can handle every detail no matter how prickly it gets when the harassments become an issue for real that it must be dealt with accordingly through whatever means necessary to a fault as the idealized person runs against real experiential opposition… as with all the lies laid at our feat…’
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‘this awkward sense of homing in that we all seem to have derived from a certainty of our familiar surroundings much like the memories we indulge in for nostalgia’s sake taken as a temporary time warp into the frequencies of the past overlaid upon our own current time stream lined with personal extremes soon floating in dream as in utero… sometimes we are chased out of this sleeping incubating status by the nightmare that wields us like a weapon against the phases of cyclical turning that steadily makes us out to be as criminals embedded in the system to be burned out by inane acts attributed to our own stupidity unable to adapt to the facts as they are replaced by fictions that digest a humanity into singularities of purpose and position…’
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‘Do you Here me?’ the rabbit said. The fascists had surrounded them all with their weapons of war as an art of domination drawn and aching to fight, but the delight of the moment was in that secret space where Alixe and the rabbit sat discussing the currency of this scenario playing out before them both in a simple uncomplicated way. ‘Where are we and why these agents of the general law now, sir rabbit?’…
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‘these mean creatures in high enough esteem to be utilized to brutalize the denizens of this land and others worldwide to defeat the peace with blows from the empire arresting the state of its’ positive change that only these mind’s eyes can see regrettably with the most clear sense of what is there though it cannot be overemphasized that these visions are left interpreted personally, and as when one of us tries to vocalize these concerns there is a momentary lapse of reason as the energy and exertion can overcomplicate the ideas and the words used create a vortex of communication which does nothing to resolve the matters discussed Here much as the selling of sex and violence in order to further vex and silence the masses from honoring their place in the cosmic tapestry…’
out of Context;
‘dominance or satisfaction from the children of this revolution… where claims of no solution drain the populace of collective energies a little bit at a time subtle in some instances revealed later as devious attitudes circulate suspicion from disbelief suspended over the heads of those whom will listen to taken as given for granted the fact is rather as vain and ambiguous as the prestidigitation of the pit and the pendulum swinging cuts across the meat and tissue to peel us apart layer by layer, when we decide to escape from these bonds that tied us down to these sacred rituals of belief it is as though that freedom of choice we are born with allows us to make our own life decisions whether for better or worse as the choice is a voluntary divorce…’
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‘in a will to a win, that fortuitous spin of favorable information that sometimes acting as mechanical pulley to be informed and as are many our sources now waving their standards just angled a slight bit differently than the rest with their roving armies of a punditry that pander to the most offensive as least common denomination that from this Mankind-made cess of suck stuck pooling each group gathering together feeding off of the stronger individuals first who have sacrificed themselves to provoke humanity toward an enlightened edge that our most blunted minds do not see, but as powers-that-be only stay that way so long as we obey swaying to a distracting consumer rebate in an offer that is always ending up for the debate between hypocritical interpreters versus the verses of hypothetical thinkers…’
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‘one’s heart as the golden apple of that eye remaining open as the other eyes have closed out of rejection for a thing judged too much or too little or too late in any event though as is the scheme of shifting things like the sand in our shoes combing the collective Akashic record of all the meanwhile, off-ended with tendrils of the shadowy and unforgiving to those that do not sort out their own solutions as the thematic tug upon human subconsciousness as continuum currently whirring and humming with brief encounters beached upon the straits narrowed to eliminate the petty from the pretty if when centering the sinister as thoughtful case in favor against their antagonistic nemesis as protagonist counterparts the villainous greedy heroes zeroing in with their mob mentality…’
out of Context;
‘conscious receivers of signals yet predefined arbitrary by the technicality of a chemical certainty… the surgery was a success as tribal neoanderthals and bromagnons arose wedded to the homosapiens genetic material thanks to those ancient aliens in a position to adapt the alterations of the species to evolve and commit various individuals to task with these changes for the supposed betterment of a Mankind even though an archaic misogynist mindset has overtaken these concepts to generate stereotypes derived from those archetypal sources of great spiritual worth and material value now plundered by dysfunctional avatars gone wild, once risen as sainted or demigod status it is the followers who continue on in the essence of their idle worship…’
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‘any thoughtful reason that it would be this way at all the down-spiraling human ingenuity as cash crop of nations flounders in the mourning sun fought and assaulted by demoniacal souls who tread cautious lies lined up like rose hedges shaped subtly to strategizing intent in concepts that smell sweetly and look pretty up to a point, but hide the deepest darkest secrets that intrude upon communication of a truth personal and otherwise to mask and revive alternate routes confused by doubts where it is the humans whom decide to take their matters of weight to a place squarely upon another’s shoulders as a bold dramatic play to assert one’s will over someone else trying to swim through the sea of judgments in whose righteous obscuring of the facts as they are presented…’