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‘sorting saints who hang back unseen tinted darker than they first seem when traits get handed down to those who require them in an engaging of the system that files us down to the barest details, but we are currently the beings for whom this adventure was made whether as serpent attempting to change the universe or as damsel in distress pushed to the edges of sanity by the forces that push this wily and manipulative by genial polite society hiding within the dirty edges of nonsense spinning us in some directions we ought not take too lightly as we go to fight the enemy…’
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‘unwary as the deep pool swallows the naive or ignorant with equal discrimination, but in this digital binary crypt we have found many avatars and solutions to solidify our place in this cosmos of dust and dusky horizons as closing eyes upon our current era which feels kind of uncertain even though there are many motives pushing from within as well as outside realizing that pressure comes through the tension created and manipulated by the least humane of our human beings Here having chosen loose and fast rules of recklessness to the detriment of all other beings involved or Here in the periphery… so we flip the script of whatever it is as written laws or otherwise whether the trials or tribulations of life and debt…’
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‘feeling as if this programming were certain and we can put absolute trust in any concept that hasn’t yet allowed itself to evolve because of the cacophony all those castrating voices carry within this network of symbols connecting the archetypes of a consciousness embedded Here if as it appears to be is not already too good to be true, but we never have an adequate gauge of this in a system trying its’ damnedest to get our reasoning chained to the popular opinions of an auto-piloted day and age while we channel the changing programs through our soul stuff that leaks out fluctuating inside as much outside of the complex head we’re all within as consciousness subsumes who it is we think could be ourselves…’
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‘in this fluid vastness housing us all in holding our shaking existence protected by the sheltering graces of who raised us in generations before we arrived when there were no words only the sentiments for an official turn of events to become the ways which we are today called reality by this surge of consensus opinion converged together to create, there are going to be changes that strike off-guard the ones too stubborn to budge as gigantic ego remains like unfathomable buoys swaying briefly many clicks too offshore to be aware of by everyone as a difficult item of these shifting pieces moved between the reckless martyrs who kill and try twisting every word, but these knots are much more than any Gordian riddles…’
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‘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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‘distraction as trend set mental to disburse the consumer edge bending over backwards to stay up-to-date with the Now as temporal wave flowing linearly through the cosmos registering upon this collective consciousness, but the impressions we get as much as the ones we imply that are created from our imagination as a grasping guarded secret remains hidden even when revealed by the interpreters of our future and the many dimensions unmentionable by anyone other than the artist who acts as a transmitter for these signals in expressions of an actualized humanity living through the credos of reason and logic analyzed for uses beyond the mind to gain access to accuracy… a secular illusion elusive in its’ behavior to function and stay functional all throughout the periphery of timESPace engorged on contemplation as a self-elation…’
out of Context;
‘multitudes to fall from off cliff’s edge fringe of humanity’s endeavors exploring, and imploring the rest of these selves shattered by an illusion of separateness drawing lines as boundaries in whose guarded ignorance may allow us to be subsumed by the orders we are given thusly not questioning the lack of substantial answers received as the alien organism and the animal physique hybridize into these creatures as we are among those moving around so easily under disguises barely concealing the hidden… to question faith and filth as much as any other system of dichotomy tricking our senses into visualizing then applying these concepts into actions that train the system and attune their users with the particulars of interfacing with the modern paradigm such as ours Here…’
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‘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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‘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…’
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‘those corrupt pantheons of a past terror morphing into realms beyond the unaware teased as a nation of followers forced to do what we are to tell them what absolutes as a particular person sees it trying to change that lazy loophole lemniscating a mobius stripper’s dance macabre shaking that asshole finger of accusation committing us to serve the hive mind, and betray ourselves seeking solace of a kind while politeness quakes under the auspices of privilege and wealth distributed to only a handful of picaresque goads acting as substitute demigod for a particular stance or cause believed in as a fact…’