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‘as that purity sought after by the cult of innocence long thought lost to the humanity that there needs to replace crude connection subtle beyond the hope for love’s embrace disturbingly retained and the elusive romantic yearning in whose hearts we give our everything… but which drain our energy when the formula has been tampered with from a birth sliding to the open womb as the martyrs slip into new inhabitation though a coma we must now call our ‘home’, as the dreaming filters out those vivid and vibrant skills and traits that filter as we explore the myriad of what interests us each individually pursuing a mystery for ourselves for which many may never be solved…’
out of Context;
‘the sheep lords who dine like wolves as they hide their real lips as they’re speaking, lip servicing to be in sync with the rest of the lobotomy straining making thoughtless corpses of vibrant stain as propped upon human being made misshaped of reason in the ablyss sucking the words from right out of our mouths as we labor vainly this vanity of shame lazily to be passed around from one trusted host to the next, but endorsed by very few as the collected tear wears thin in spinning propaganda webs of deception creating humanity’s flocculants without fail…’
out of Context;
‘to wield change for enlightenment like scripture of feats to socially assume the roles we play to fit like twelve ignorant apostles seated around your jesus christ waiting to die while the depicted supper seems to last forever… questioning whether we can ever make respectful appeal to the spirits that lurk just inside of what we consider ‘food’ no matter how diverse and strange the range may be to those who don’t give even a second thought to or respect for the novel flavors just outside of the experience gained to be retained and savored…’
out of Context;
‘we rely upon information flowing subtly throughout either or both the conceptual and material interminably linked in a process of experiencing itself for more than just the machine-made archetypal mechanical dreams… pulling the irrelevant items away like weeds from the hidden potential confused as dark matter or energy charging these manifestations around us, digging up the treasures from this raw earth as independent peasants paying their way out of the countryside set as ignorant heathens whose fealty is let loose to overpopulate this a feral world, and taking over the future…’
out of Context;
‘we can mutate and shift the paradigm in the scope of personal challenges as they precede and succeed where we might have failed before Now… the seeds of love are constantly spread but in some of those same totalitarian doses as ignorance passed down from generation to generation among this captive a civilization moving through dreams, devouring nightmares that evoke obstacles in waking life, and to fall back to sleep invigorated by a sense of self that permeates the human cosmic whole in belabored attempting to right the wrongs while committing many further harms yet still to society as a whole…’
out of Context;
‘is it that absurd to believe that time travel is capability through death’s passionate throes as means to escape in this futile sense the present qualities of constriction that some of us DO experience beyond the common acceptance of mere physical senses representing our reality, a rare few of us are capable of seeing much further into the vast expanse while in this human form than many other people trying to feel and understand what it is that is exactly visible as in how much it differs from the rest…’
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‘to collapse this suffocating storytelling mode… what it chokes is the brain through subtle waves penetrating no matter the membrane as outer layer to skull and bones where there is no reinforcement can be offered against these radioactive fires alight in the social darknesses to which we have all succumb, built around to watch and play witness to shows that barely interact when compounded with commercial insult to brain-damaging injury as our pineal shrinks and calcifies like the rest of us in time to our dying heartbeat…’
out of Context;
‘more than some caustic vibration taken as the occasional assault on words and their heaving mention arguing the case for people’s dissent and rebellion while the murderers rarely stray from the path they’ve always taken leaving this humanity a stricken beast to persist in moving the chariot forward, and the heft of this particular scope takes not into account the demeanor of the working class as these people who labor in vain to give others the better parts of themselves for the short times we all have left Here if we do not realize we have the Opportunity…’
out of Context;
‘programming our damned DNA strands like sands in time running rand with stones of irregular shape and size minus a method or conscious decision on our part as we daze into the sunshine blindness a little while longer so the metadata can sink in deeper, sitting across from our consciousness in trance while the tasks loom greater than we have ever fathomed before missed in our daily grinding away of self as raft through this social rift in attempts to reinforce who we were as we dance across the surface of this thing one moment after the other…’
out of Context;
‘within moments of achievement even these symptoms of a greater problem can still linger with people who might go so far as to make every argument about themselves unsound with an irrational basis in true understanding for human compassion, details describing just how bad we have it when we are somehow taken advantage of with all the aspects that make us trivialized and taken for granted that we are alive today moving inside a maze of fear… an enchanting Jimi Hendrix-phrased conundrum ‘if p was q’ when confronting the fallacy within logical argument using the nonsense eyes…’