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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…’
out of Context;
‘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…’
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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…’
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‘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…’