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‘freedoms we might say that we are entitled to without asking who fought for those aspects that are now tainted for granted in systems of laconic explanations even when necessary for forward progress to condense Here, but a fatal fetal dream has popped where the bubble breaks open to show living proof of the lessons we are to learn as a series of truths by rote flying through all land sea and sky left curious why things are this way as path ever-changing the perception of what we are trying to understand with understated expanding of mind whether the bodies become that of a human or horse or dragon makes no difference with exceptions being that this subjective first-person perspective we must live through is only ours and ours alone…’
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‘redefined sets of variables as reused lessons to be deemed therapeutic under the certain curtain of circumstance, as volatile as valid in this brutally continuous social deconstruction experiment cementing all of our personas together ungrateful for the ways in which we get caught in our own affairs of the heart and of longing to have when others are in a struggle for not having at all even though it appears we seem to have these seemingly trivial things in common while wanting for a therapy for our theories that will relax to commiserate with our pointed personal views, but the rough intercourse is strewn with clues that will lead one back to their proof for life when all other zens and yens fail to appease…’
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‘misinformation which will do nothing more than cement the nihilism inherent in these false appeals to the consumer played by us to change being lead astray into a goal that will relieve these symptoms of being stiff and uptight while trying to appear upright and moral to the rest of an old unassuming populace whose popular opinion is shaped and molded by social engineering deposited in current mainstream values, but a river keeps on flowing if one can consider time like this in its path from beginning to end where we ride the waves as they collect and disperse around our lone bubble roughly passing through rocky terrain as microcosm holographic within a great expanse of this universe embedded to the hope that this bubble won’t burst until reaching the right escape hatch…’
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‘under the wrong circumstances, using the implied obligations as a law to force us into Man’s stiff ligatures of society tightened at the joints to squeeze and pressure the bones and the people to break subjugating the entirety of civilization into a crumpled labor class petri dish soon testing and distorting us into blocks and corners of information alive but writhing with time’s imperious tick drawing in the blood from all resources that can infuse it with space while manifesting this gossamer into the material basement of all realms, but it is rare that we see any of these inertias for what they happen to be when we happen to be too assaulted by the truth to stand up for anything when it feels like a killing blow to this soul as a wound…’
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‘waiting and searching through the floating cosmic debris as constantly these systems of delivery which surround our paradigm without our noticing most of the time as we are kept focused upon our own purposes while Here suffering through the worst of it to learn, but it is noted that as passengers we do not need to only confine our time and energy into the abusive modes of the others who act as doppelgängers of our shadow souls projecting onto us the dismal reflection a few of us are still developing through as a ‘devil’s gauntlet’ perhaps lodged somewhere permanent in the ‘dark night of the soul’ in the out there vacant though more than half full… woe be to whosoever feels that gauntlet striking them hard…’
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‘running off-street into vast absent voids act as persistent personal social demons provoking fear before respect out of the oblivious horde whose whim means nothing one-by-one as a massive beast it outgrows its constraints rather quickly it would appear vile instincts to survive that never were acknowledged prior to this warped running of bulls and their shit stimulated for our proposed benefit inside of a sprawling machine of industry with an evil finger deep everywhere, lodged in the cesspools floating with obnoxious hooligans valuing only the juvenile mirth of the bully tormenting perceived lesser minions leading to the doomed existence for little to none of a real reason being Here trapped in the dirt…’
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‘the easel pondered upon by the artist as clarity syphons mind toward the material where this interpreter is idly aware of art as something outside of the Self less perceived, a caricature cut from ideas left to be fused together into a pastiche that reveals little to the lurking tainted eyes of the observers perverted in their dreams and a horrid fantasy of what reality can be by their obnoxious greeds agreed to between each other that this vision is a glorious one despite the vanity in captivating the world at large suspended in disbelief as solution to conceive of the mutilating grotesque in humanity growing fetid, and clenching the tools that no small minds can achieve…’
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‘very few things which go to waste energetically as it is this transient currency which there is not certainty within a substance except for the always-shifting nature in its flows as like the liquid becomes a solid or gas if the conditions for this to occur are right not necessarily needing stars to align but it helps… but this does not mean light cannot bend like rules to our favor once we have learned all needed complex formula to translate intention into a reflex memory which will serve the magician throughout in the term of their lives much as algebra serves as a ‘reunion of broken parts’ when there are pieces of debris lying as much as scattered manifolds hiding many universes inside on site unseen by the naked eye alone, meaning like seeds are deep inside…’
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‘history as failed experiment infecting tired broken systems that have spent most of the “good times†aligned with a most horrid collection of imbeciles at beck and call to be summoned like the aforementioned demons… the lure of lore can paralyze the witness with dreams and fantasies in rendering some of these surreal ideas for real in the manifest density confused with the abstracted urge of symbols and signals in an attempting of a mutual understanding with the world about what it means to exist as the being and the concept bound together immutable and interminable as many a question that seeps through the warped dynamic glimmer all around us, as the terrain goes out from under our feet when feigning the defeat can keep a person from being utterly debased by the scythe of fate…’
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‘draw upon myths and their corresponding elements of truth sometimes subtle or hidden throughout the patterns evolving between time flows, and are yet not cured of these deviant behaviors maligned and intermingled by the residents of the heathen earth wrapped up in their own situations to a fault making the curious cruel by leaps and bounds of the abstract imagination upholding a primal code finding ourselves blocked by the antagonistic forces digesting an opinion that isn’t their own Here… when the royalty of Europe later claimed divine rules and sat upon their thrones rather than bodies in the battlefield…’