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‘as metaphor for a dialogue between mind and body perhaps, though still answers elude our curiosity driving us like a cruise missile to demolish any sanctity that would stand in resistance that the skeptical might have in confronting faith as related through personal diversions of a ministered flock in congregating around the words and interpretations of their chosen scholar whose only true devotion need be to the Self as inspired by god even if that means killing hundreds of thousands in wars and converting those who know not the inherent truth to your systemic inflection virally spiraling in toward an end which we know not as a finish…’
out of Context;
‘a privileged effect of ego consciousness to want constantly winning out against whatever the lesser traits of a designed human individuation destined with dualistic subroutines to utilize all of the urges the animal can glean from itself and all of its’ peoples whether as isolated and astray from the herd of human contact in reflective periods of emotional feedback, or somehow a remembering the memories and experiences from gathered lives as an ever-expanding tree of life grows beyond those dreams and fetters of materialism now substituting a maternal instinct to care for each other as parts of the greater unit relying on the group to create a sensation of gathered loving attention…’
out of Context;
‘a complacency that compels no one any further than the where they are Now… as time passes me i realize i ain’t no tourist in this place that eats children by sucking their souls into the material to test and retrain those who might refrain from participating as everyone sooner or later becomes a participant occupying to reconfigure their smallest cells as the DNA and RNA rival and ripple the information in various states of acceptance as a microcosmic bartering exchange that you would miss if you blinked, a peace of ourselves…’
out of Context;
‘a humanity have spilled forth like from out the damned Pandora’s box teased at in myth… the Mystery includes us no matter who we are today as it is this time travel transition from ideas to animals to personas of interest throughout the annals of a vague history filling pages that virtually no one will read as the digital bubble subsumes our paradigm of living sigils born each with an agenda to complete once the concepts make themselves a known to people, selves themed with any type of mood or ideal made real and fleshed out as humans swept up into the consequences of action as some of us are prone to being caught up within others’ schemes taken to the dramatic extremes in exposing a vulnerability inside of ourselves personally…’
out of Context;
‘people take the orders that make them monsters as a world that ignores the pain and the grief as much as it can tolerate before breaking the humans and other parts into waste that gets recycled as paste into the soylent green dreams of apocalypse visions mutating both participants and observers in abstract ranges of depths creating the obnoxious regulars that stem from these ritualized realities all butting together as homogenous picture, as nothing that really matters can be called ‘shit’ by those who endeavor to realize more about what it is they desire even when disastrous desire turns sadistic as games layered…’
out of Context;
‘fear and tragedy reign down upon a lost people whose glimmer of happiness lies in the reductive value acquired by material abject given more credence than ones who make and produce through the inspirational dynamic aspiring to be or do more with the limited time Here among the cycles of shaped organism spinning like webs of knotted organic chains with words of advice disguised by the propagandese of the proper authorities sporting distortion like a knife slick with gore and gleam of battlefields heady with the spirit of war, and modern warriors now walk brainwashed rushing to the fore of an ideological warfare fanned by the flames of any direct conflict that wanders their way…’
out of Context;
‘when one of us gets these ideas fresh from the fruits of our own labor of experience Here on a plane where existence may come to crash sooner than expected inside of a mind into the horde of whores buying and selling their souls for little more than this material life that can fade faster to contradict (or perhaps to be contra-dicked by the system) personal interpretations of the responsibility as we have to include upon our shared resumes as the collective of humans, homing in on the visceral while it is our mind that tries to calculate and analyze striving for job well done perhaps by our own surprise attempting to categorize all the raw data into corrected catalogues…’
out of Context;
‘for a leader or a guide that will serve us respectfully as much that we should do the same, but can it be so terrible to be kindness out of the depths of one’s own heart in uplifting another to their highest potential in the same breath condemning one’s own faults and flaws and follies as well to shift blame to a martyr mode whose scapegoat role assumes all responsibility similar as negative attractor amidst the throes of a passionate argument where all witnesses create a circuit commanding an emotional value within the cosmic sequences we have shared with each other… no Mankind is an island united by discretion taking things too far it seems interpreting the dreams narcotic to enslave humanity in an ever-tightening series of aromatic chemical chains to placate our animal names never known…’
out of Context;
‘errs disgust and vaporous trails of distrust to sedate and complicate the lives of the brave few who would do anything for you or i or anyone else worthy of being treated this way out of genuine charity as compassionate center of an uncertain humanity yielding to truths sometimes too terrible to be able to mention politely as a policing and judging minority takes your actions at face value, and maim the rights and privileges that hardly a day goes by that isn’t filtered through fear involved in maintaining any one of these things to become a fully participating human doing without need thinking as autonomic reflexes reconnoiter the smooth ideals from the hands of their creators to a harbinger of havoc and mayhem once leaving the static station free of any potential stress to be relieved…’
out of Context;
‘the misery and muck of details building up this persona perceived as a being for all the supposed charms and flaws as already set in place to resist all the tastes of the majority who do not care at all for the individual taking steps in making one’s own personal kingdom with pride… a teasing victory as problems come to those who don’t ever need them when the ideal vision was first planned to succeed but without any of necessary precautions taken to defer the momentum of so many differing components coming together at once as disparate parts and particles shocking tradition into creating something new that can sometimes only be visualized upon a periphery of the observable symptoms invested into this reality as staked a claim pledged not for the slaves whose lives wane from enduring…’