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‘the other residents who are perfectly fine left to their own devices in a partial retreat from the bulk of these fettered layers weighing down heavily upon humanity’s choices at large even up to demanding we give up on our various freedoms in order to feel as though we are so much safer than life generally can be as reality is nitty-gritty, and to leave even a fraction of that at the doorstep to worship in the comfort-cooled zone as a temple of the rationalized holy inside of our heads gutted contains the programmed fiction that we seem keyed to as the patriotic and pestilent vessels sent to dance on bloodied foreign soils until it pops somewhere in-between the ears in making sense or triggering states of digesting the disgust at participating…’
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‘doctrines doctored by the hands and minds of unworthy Man as next step of the evolutionary rung clearly as the bell tolls for thee that finds confidence in these words lacking any three-dimensional depth as much the quantification of emotional value becoming unwieldy as the defining measure on which to base our lives, and to then be tossed into the refuse with those unsavory wolves who choose damage and mayhem to solutions and safety where and when given the options whether to stop or continue in the present state of hate fascinated with the order it creates stacking dysfunctions blindly upon one another until the bloated corpse floats to the surface in deranged mockery of citizens united…’
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‘freedoms we might say that we are entitled to without asking who fought for those aspects that are now tainted for granted in systems of laconic explanations even when necessary for forward progress to condense Here, but a fatal fetal dream has popped where the bubble breaks open to show living proof of the lessons we are to learn as a series of truths by rote flying through all land sea and sky left curious why things are this way as path ever-changing the perception of what we are trying to understand with understated expanding of mind whether the bodies become that of a human or horse or dragon makes no difference with exceptions being that this subjective first-person perspective we must live through is only ours and ours alone…’
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‘a linear construct shunts our choices away from any openminded appeals of the heart whose certainty is always in question by the impulses of one’s mind and preferences to be used a maintained cycle of behaviors in order to suck the seed of the gods and become golden as well this raw pantheon of ritual torment proliferated by the established ways of a masochistic masculine tyranny cruel for the sake of its cruelty, maybe to appease some cold dead gods of whose old patterns are integral and so needed as the newer systems require the updated versions these older formats of previous paradigms as like a shed skin when the world births itself anew to a crack loose from the chrysalis haze that has warped sight of our visions…’
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‘redefined sets of variables as reused lessons to be deemed therapeutic under the certain curtain of circumstance, as volatile as valid in this brutally continuous social deconstruction experiment cementing all of our personas together ungrateful for the ways in which we get caught in our own affairs of the heart and of longing to have when others are in a struggle for not having at all even though it appears we seem to have these seemingly trivial things in common while wanting for a therapy for our theories that will relax to commiserate with our pointed personal views, but the rough intercourse is strewn with clues that will lead one back to their proof for life when all other zens and yens fail to appease…’
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‘misinformation which will do nothing more than cement the nihilism inherent in these false appeals to the consumer played by us to change being lead astray into a goal that will relieve these symptoms of being stiff and uptight while trying to appear upright and moral to the rest of an old unassuming populace whose popular opinion is shaped and molded by social engineering deposited in current mainstream values, but a river keeps on flowing if one can consider time like this in its path from beginning to end where we ride the waves as they collect and disperse around our lone bubble roughly passing through rocky terrain as microcosm holographic within a great expanse of this universe embedded to the hope that this bubble won’t burst until reaching the right escape hatch…’
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‘dream go to waste with no patience left to give only to take as we pay our way into the pain machine once again what with a little blood and rage shed at the time, tainting the escape with hatred and anger as violence enters into your picture of how the raging alcoholic will beat and abuse the people who appear as mere puppets now projected from within their heads as the idiot flesh yields to demonic and perverted demands in a pursuit of Dionysian pleasures vague and blurry through lenses of the guilt and betrayal created when the substance used dominates the host whose guest has refused to respect the remains of those who would die because of its’ power, and it seems once tainted there is only oneself left to guard against a binge…’
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‘very few things which go to waste energetically as it is this transient currency which there is not certainty within a substance except for the always-shifting nature in its flows as like the liquid becomes a solid or gas if the conditions for this to occur are right not necessarily needing stars to align but it helps… but this does not mean light cannot bend like rules to our favor once we have learned all needed complex formula to translate intention into a reflex memory which will serve the magician throughout in the term of their lives much as algebra serves as a ‘reunion of broken parts’ when there are pieces of debris lying as much as scattered manifolds hiding many universes inside on site unseen by the naked eye alone, meaning like seeds are deep inside…’
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‘dramatically… we all require the ability to adapt to our surroundings in order to strive instead of dying out in minor stints before the extincts kick in triggering our synapses to end in death like a sociological tsunami dragging this old world of certainty into debris and danger as falling objections commence to commiserate with the rest finding that nothing makes sense Here where humanity lives as both a slave and a master tormenting each one of us who resists this ignorant bliss fisting us from the abyss we avoid like the plague as if most of us ever know what that means, most of us cannot afford to try understanding when the weight of others obliges us to move in directions without thinking…’
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‘draw upon myths and their corresponding elements of truth sometimes subtle or hidden throughout the patterns evolving between time flows, and are yet not cured of these deviant behaviors maligned and intermingled by the residents of the heathen earth wrapped up in their own situations to a fault making the curious cruel by leaps and bounds of the abstract imagination upholding a primal code finding ourselves blocked by the antagonistic forces digesting an opinion that isn’t their own Here… when the royalty of Europe later claimed divine rules and sat upon their thrones rather than bodies in the battlefield…’