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‘if there are such things like monsters we have dismissed into the shadows and then regrettably forget about a condemned amalgam of nightmares refused substance by an overwhelming consensus between few actual hands as deep in the power struggle as it is played to be while trying to contain damages done, and manage to control the reaction to these movements as they occur then we are eventually coerced into becoming a part of the dreaming we left when we became living gods caught up in a fraud of sorts as the pieces we contribute flow back in to spread the myth further of who we were during in those days and nights sent scurrying and questioning…’
out of Context;
‘doctors and scientists alike continually process and reassess through reminders of what it was going to be along objective states of neutral circumstances with tribal trials and separations as one mind realizes inherent validity in another, and so it goes as the stutter of ignorance engrains and trains us to be domesticated citizens fully inundated with the mutually exclusive protocols of government and spirituality that guide us on in the directions that perhaps make no sense at first sight when feeling those winds of change blow apart of the situation into follies that evoke only serious perspectives experienced through the scripts of law writing trial and error to the current aeon in flux… crows pigeons and even the human creature stands at a cosmic threshold…’
out of Context;
‘the darkness inviting shadow to come dance within this dark mass, no boundaries but no love as there is only the homogenizing process that has need to occur if each one represents a single cell of a vast consciousness moving independently of as uniform an entity to monitor the status quo as much the actuality of the elves and aliens that require (rechoir) us to create receptive clouds through which imagination appears so these beings of darkness never become too grim or nefarious surging into a special timESPace where we are more than just any old crass brash crude brass machines gone extreme in a pursuit of toxic dreams that die short of the goal subsumed by a solution of illusions that resides Here with us…’
out of Context;
‘human fundamentals of courtesy and respect lost on deaf ears and eyes that hear what the heart is trying to convey as an observational organ in a sense very much like us that brain with nerves and strain stressing the system with a pain that will not relent peacefully as comfort is a dying art of fleeting ideals not represented the same ways as the traditions may have started as minds that were opened to novelizations of a permanent short story that every few centuries finds a permeation in order to repeat the process as its standard of contracted pathways whose currency and circuitry change as a malleable stream of consciousness informing the creatures we are Here, and always dealing with this as tainted service-to-disease that even the opportunistic act of our fascist vulture culture carrying on…’
out of Context;
‘the more surly and tweaky of these bikers of doom considered themselves worthwhile art critics, and were mocking instead of treating the art like true objets as had some of the more vocal critics having condemned the works back in the days before gangs were feared for losing their heads while torturing raping and killing victims…’
out of Context;
‘to lose our version of the shit we were pandered into thinking was truth just as valid as the rest of them, but sometimes it is to each their own truth as we are caught in deciding between advantages and the scars they leave regards razed up of how little it is that we each actually care about one another if we have never met the Other’s true acquaintance and remain as yet this way as each perspective is present within us as these macrocosmic forms carrying out duties so long ago left unfulfilled when we tried to enact for real our tiny pieces of dreams as yet to be revealed… hollow the grams of wait weighing us to these voyaging vessels into the void…’
out of Context;
‘as little clogged pieces in the wet debris clinging to various perceptual filters developed over these experiences that shape our expertise fragmented and narrow to see the prize alight at the end of a cloudy dark tunnel some might call a tornado of souls reacting when the dark frightening strikes them as the large tree in a heavy storm calls down the fury from the sky, but just as the fury of the skies subsides so too do the harsh words of others dissipate leaving the residues of “do not†between the ears of the listener who hears that lesson reaping the reward of keen observation devoted beyond a shallow view of doubt in what consists of in this inconsistency…’
out of Context;
‘the depths of informations that our souls can transmit and analyze into this material plane of study and determination setting our will and energy both forth in forms that unite and untie the universe by ideally equal aspects as if ordered to maintain balance, but even as a time sends various strengths of signal and frequency continuing the recalibration of the psychic computer that our single consciousness is but a node or hub upon a subtly-carried circuit a great amount of distance to reach the mortal realm reflected in multiples of techniques and the attitudes becoming schools of thought that utilize the pulse of this cosmic flux to manifest folding and molding this vision into a density heavy with holding us Here, the responsible continuum…’
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‘filthy is a different brand of beast to burden upon oneself as only one sight into the dreamtime depth, though this as rigid outline to follow is not equivalent to instruction and must be met through this depth of one’s own experiences equipping a poetry wit and prose to the con game a crying shame of shear luck cutting off the ears and eyes that allow us to travel via our minds and imaginative springboards that launch some as methodical madness manipulates anal lunatics to lubricate the collusion of opportunists to cast out in socio-psychotic episodes others of a nature turned away by these new leaders of the “free world†too unable to trust one another to keep out of places they are unwanted just as they condemn the natives of lands they conquer…’
out of Context;
‘smaller bodies bumping and dried into clumps as though like routine debris left after a number of procedures has been endured leaving spent fluids all over the place as the toxic spill patterns trying to find a way to be shed without ever dying away as concepts have an immaterial immortality all their own barely relying on the human germs to carry them further through layers of gluttony in obese release of fats and fevered flatulence that contort the guts under pressure opened up by those severed severely vain… so obsessed but not seeing the answer directly in front of us as sugar and diet remedies selectively kill a segment of the populace to control and devalue another portion somewhere else…’