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‘commonplace in the halls of a purposeful power like ours… the monsters try their hands at normal lives when the reality caves in on them that their ideal perfection is truly false in its description on the way toward manifestation by subversive action, those dark ones are not easily seen to be pointed at like the ghouls they really are in this rogue game of hide-and-seek made belief by the pretenders tainting the shallow pool with blood and semen and whatever other disgusting ingredients they can add to this stew, and the keen eyesight of this demonic tribe of opportunists is used to spot the flavors they crave to devour as powerful lobbyists and politicians alike vie for forcing their opinion upon the rest of the horde…’
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‘bleak banality shining as artificial light down upon the face to be identified in your place, police state takes the names right where you stand to be blamed for the crimes you didn’t commit while the faith of the public starts to sway against your favor as creeps crawl out from a woodwork to congratulate you on a dirty deed well-done even in the face of real innocence to convince of these things they say, but you always are the one with the option of the ‘give-in’ where you surrender and purely trust the cosmic whim to assert the truth of the matter whether odds stack against you or not by official decree…’
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‘the deranged sits cranked up with volumes of visions intent in their separate planned schisms manifesting division between all of the senses as they flux and flow with the tensions affixed naturally within people, the sole inhabitant of the head once death has pulled the spirit from this vessel now spent from the voyage from this previous life living casually as though nothing else were going on in the cosmos except for themselves, but not necessarily a world as inhabited by the curious opportunist even though there are many scrambling for survival in taking all the pieces of the pie-eyed dream for their individual hoards…’
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‘change is coming hard and fast into the spaces that fill out the blank stare autonomy behind the eyes as the icy glaze traps us under ice-aged social waste collected in minds, economy of motion glacially slow and cumbersome as a graceless wreck atrociously begins to intrude upon the hearth and home of captive civilian audiences locked in their oh-so-not-so terrible television friction in which burns the mind’s eye scraping with a vacant electric flare like a robot zombie ready for the next orders to follow like law to the letter, but we are so much more than shuffling corpses waiting to die finally to get away from this ornate experiment in social extremes and power games utilized to covet the resources…’
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‘the deviant in nature is not necessarily the villain to be quashed and condemned by the majority of simple minds as humanity in charge of security even though very few are capable to see the about-face that the greater governing authority tells us is right, but to glimpse through the glaze of subterfuge is a keen skill to possess in the nights and days of surviving this game that resembles living free but is truthfully a disguise of mind to hide us from enlightenment from inside, where the wild things are…’
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‘at one point i was considering myself ‘amniscient’ (a strange portmanteau of the terms Amish and omniscient) as the “weird” started to grow, and the ideas began fomenting with haste as to what honor i would bestow upon this unique path to visual extremes which became a gauge for what the year brought out in me and from my environment as pieces falling into place… today, i understand what it was that i was trying to do with my appearance besides modify it into a different shape…’
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‘some few who gauge the functions in an authoritative manner as a trusted doctor or scientist might, authority who cannot be corrupted even though it is based within the hands of Man on whose declarations of certainty in ancient lore are faulty and out-dated in contrast with the modern humanity as it has changed in the centuries since sovereignty made its’ lasting impression on imperialist culture, and the hive mind is working strong and furiously inside the living brain of society…’
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‘base material transmuted into goals into which this conscious world takes its shapes and cues to create… the majority of us are confused by the variable complexities that seem to betray whatever humanity appears to be at first glance whether conscious animal or instinctual alien drawn into worlds within worlds of drama and consequence, the grand scheme as epic as it seems is really quite simple when one considers that humanity is the source of all these dreams becoming reality…’
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‘addictions of whose choice is it to choose what it is to be right or wrong down this long corridor to a truth that this junk builds blues up from the depth of an unfathomed wasteland to which truth and youth are but fallen idols, standing totems buried in the sandy gossamer fringe that dreams are made of with visible patrons paying for the experience however they can when they can afford it as the games won’t play themselves without a mouse in the maze somewhere, but this is why our parents abort us because the world we live in is so disgusting and cruel…’
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‘all matters before leaving this stasis… as we scratch and claw our way clinging to the past with no lens of remorse for what has had to be done in order to get where we are standing now cursed and morally responsible for the current state of reality, digging in those sharp spurs of cowboy wild righteous ignorance that occurred to make sense out of the wildernesses left set on slow decay as a world yearning for some ironed-out contract of absolutes in as fetishistic a practice for the businessman culture burning the midnight oil at both ends…’