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‘imposing great hardship or strain as a stain or memory upon the brain as electric sensation shocks off the layers of threatening glamour that steals our attention paid to the dealer whose hand lies hidden a few inches from our faces while the tricks are in action startling the light from our eyes to ask why and how these things did appear true when obviously they were merely illusions holding captive to logic in a way estranged from that a mob mentality whose fingers rest upon perception as tool…’
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‘a reluctant donor to risk when fear is allowed to rule over our lives keeping us from the full experiences of living, and we push the buttons and are stepping upon nerves crackling the eggshells glued together as amended by the wayward uses that people have for each other in this messy existence pining for credibility sometimes when least expected because of the surprise disguised inside the kinds of creatures we can be to see fragments of the surging cosmic filament warp and weft those uniting our collaborative depths and dissected from a whole by some of us that view control as a defining pieces and the parts from the rest… to wed a fervor for science as base to a zealous will of religious imperiousness as emotional alchemy to span the remains of these aeons left…’
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‘the confusion and chaos rejecting orders tenaciously used to a fault to translate intellectual energy into that which becomes a cliche and is dismissed for not remaining up-to-date with the rest of this spinning cohesive camouflage that this cosmos will not allow us to be a witness to in the full range of that universe keeping us in cheque with all this pressure crushing us to the ground gearing us up for death and that tragic wasted youth that fuels this plunge forward, and yet the cannibals will not relent in their restless assaulting upon the senses attempting to take control of our brains from the inside as insidious viral tines poking through the mental layers to peel back social filters and the personality traits in order to subdue the soul within while scraping the human meat…’
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‘observing harsh sagas of mortal life urged to aid when and once within view of the problem to probe deeper than the darkest void resembling a mirror to reflect the demons of humanity, typhoid fairies spreading the filth flit about toxic invisible pockets in parallel to our own visceral reality though fully found where only as gods and monsters dwell through the particles of dream giving birth to you or i and the esteem we must grow of our own travels as learning about who we are going to be once we get to that dead end road, but insight spurts out like a poison in your throat once the intoxicating indoctrinations begin to seep into thoughts your head has hidden Now infecting the system with distrust and disgust…’
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‘fine line crossed between friends as enemy voices trigger guilt and self-loathing next to second guessing how these truths used are those that define who we believe the individual to be as more than merely some lonely creature wandering around deserted by the real within once confident of plans made that we figured were right to ourselves anyway… while seeming so glorious to walk these streets that glimmer with a supposed bloody hope set free teasing our senses back to thoughts whose questions lift one outside the unusual trip that most masculine misogynist pigments of imagination have stubbornly maintained as any waves of intellectual truism setting about to change in this paradigm have been violently opposed by the ignorant human animals…’
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‘this basic digital alchemy to resurrect some facsimile of any former time signature inside the universal holographic representation of itself, the god mind displayed to the analysis of this human dimension questing and acted upon as a host is broken down and figured out by curious versions of this same creature residing as smaller units outside of our range of perception until we reach such a level in our own existence as only then might we seem to begin the journey of understanding a very real part of who we are collectively as much individually, but that is soon left for then appropriate parties whom have arrived long after these facts have been supposedly written into evidence that of the lingering primal self as cellular motor mind moving many human avatars…’
out of Context;
‘shocking a living substance back against its constraints as entombed and aching for exits… the resistance is a revolting future to behold when taken account that the eye to the beholder whose kin slays and defeats through empirical judgment and analysis bent toward ill gains distorted beyond those forces that would explain anything left of value to these howling nothingists in starkly martyred bits and bytes parading before ones choosing to disbelieve in this futile explanation for existence tense from the fools who love indiscriminately, culling destiny into dense little herds of human as pockets of proposed civilized perception whose false truths are worth zero to none of what our life has to tell us is a reality of connecting dots…’
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‘curiosity reaching through endarkened ages that hold an information as a preserve to saturate our culture still to be utilized in another frame of reference when looked through with zoetropical eyes showing us our hopes and fears with whatever we can consider a moving honesty that what is felt seems mostly betrayed genius as we might come to think of our personal righteousness… possessed by the plenum in whose gases of which we are the partially pneumatic moving through this farce of now-historic miseries taking notes where we can stand as physagogues now placed against those beings who squirt our gaseous contents out over these distorted visions when even a lack of substance can make us feel more whole while inside of ourselves Here doubting the transcendental moments of humanity…’
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‘losses building a frenzy for distraction that alienates us from ourselves attempting to be better than that Other within us that takes its cues from the dead romantic endeavors that inspire us in legend and myth to epic high arts as yet to be undone amidst these mysteries of a humanity sorting itself from the insight out, assimilating all of the lessons to be gleaned from these all-too human dramas carrying themselves to the surface minus comfort or support which always occurs after the fact during traumatic periods like molten earth to boil up shifting what once was cold and solid into a fiery fluid broth that scalds the calm out of silent stony fringes of a dense sea of dirt and magma rising like a tide to wash those patented certainties out onto a crumbling assurance…’
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‘all we do while Here through a focus upon the integration of information becoming the next part of the process digesting us and all we have made out of nothing but aspiration and the material requiring us… Man impresses his subjects against the truth with false claims fashioned as perfect to push a fascist agenda seeking only to control us without release in a biased iron grip of extremity made flesh and bone reality to the world population now marching to this single beating rhythm bleeding all compassion out of these creatures trying to learn for themselves what right and wrong are about to discover a personal rationale making this passionate journey worthwhile, aching to be aware that we are each a performance living though not always aware of the art we contribute to the overall picture…’