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‘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…’
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‘verbal remaining visual to the chain letters linked by the missing persons thought of value by the superficial societies that would rather dine upon the deities than risk as the courageous seekers who are eager to take one’s own reins and be damned with the rest of these rapists in changing terms to shift the shame and guilt upon one another until this system jerks to a halt, but ask what of the survivors whose opportunism trains them the best out of situations proposed like a test as government overloaded by the neoanderthals in our midst reflecting and projecting their animal stinks as camouflage to hide any sinister misinformation given as a credit to their nature as compassionless critter falsely naming themselves without flaws…’
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‘throughout a furnace of the soul as the sweat hangs limp in that diesel breeze cooling and drying this stink onto us forcing us into re-washing everything dirty and damp with ideal clean routines that due the trick to kirk imagination from our fingertips as we lose touch within our dreams for the absolute certainty that takes place when there is no one but ourselves to guide us, and find us lacking as that diabolical critic manipulating the social physics universal amongst us to make everyone feel oppressed and depressed and distressed at that weighty amount of condemnation to relieve the burden we have become as that turd in the punchbowl floating mysteriously dropped by someone who enjoys leaving the mess for someone else to clean up as it takes a real lack of humanity…’
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‘cozy as the baby ignorant we once were conceived as, ensnared and caught in a crossfire when growth and self-awareness are achieved to be deceived by this system as it tells us not to care too much about the rest of the cattle led to slaughter to dine as sacrifice fighting a survival game instinct distinct in its vapid and compassionless push to create a simple world where nothing viewed as false is considered true as though to be absolute and certain of this concrete example forever, and as landmarks and watermarks made once the reigns swept away by the winds of change spinning this roulette ever onward in toward pursuit of dreams made real by doses of antagonistic dread ascending to higher realms as yet to still be possessed by a ritualizing of nature programmed…’
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‘this is not ever in an end of itself trapped to repeat the same steps in sequence with the others dancing lost oblivious in tempo with the many various oscillations that vibrate together to equate this universe as one entity as it tries understanding us from both inside and out with numbers of people not caring about stating the obvious to the others who like themselves pay attention to only those shallowest depths that couldn’t even catch the emotional drip of percolating memories and experience brewing these fascinating human beings alive born Now unto the current paradise losing the struggle to cancerous forces as multiplying and decimating an unknown amount of future potential, this spirit a mirror breaks all illusions reflected back at those whom believe the lies…’
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‘yet another minion-to-be still jogging on that treadmill making efficient the units of erg humming up and down like a heartbeat pulsing behind us, trailing this bloody accident as the emotional baggage weighing into us as much onto our invisible burdens that life shifts for us as we travel picking up various new insights as they are revealed opens to us when seeming to occur from out of thin err as mistakes stack against the impenetrable position we have built for defense though all these defensive beings bump and grind in an autonomous dreaming under the neon lights that cut deeper into our psychic impressions of what is than anything else can or will glaring stained color, but it is this that does not mean anything at all in training us to fall…’
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‘the civilized cracking back forced trying to stay aware of many factors before the attackers loom out of this human darkness to strike fear into these hearts of humanity whose pool of resources stretch far and wide among the sections and segments of the popu-lace strewn through to tie us all together hewn rough like the growing woods as trees reaching fingers up toward the sky to touch the sun… craving a satisfaction compared to this sadist factory churning out highly educated sociopaths and killers who yearn to grip the world in their palms as it spins using any means to this end as the villains who dot history with a pain as much lingering shames to plague the future earnings of humanity in whose stellar plateaus are yet to be met stage where the real is…’