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‘left with a helpless jobbery robbing us of our dignity instinct for a freedom in distracted boredom without ideas to enslave or escape made tainted by our faith in mindless idiot dismissal of outside integers compliment to bans and taboos as which can traumatize and confuse our movements, dropping jobbies upon the lawn of any elitist sociopathic blight screwing our ears closed to other truths via the mind-wiping urge designated progress by some affluent side of vying to understand this human plague any further by torturing and then starving the creative impulse through opportunistic ides of mechanism turned modern profits in murderous attempts at gaining played, and the jobsworth fools with their petty wits wrapped around themselves in vicious defensive stance…’
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‘signals describing the posturing world, this a cantankerous canker swore to us that nothing would go wrong pushing the opposite to the fore of this epic experiment that seems insane as the layers reverse and stack upon each other creating a weaving effect compressing our paradigm like a nugget of coal that is then squeezed by the pressure to become a diamond, and yet with this analogy there are still reasons that none of this social compress seems to come to fruition in the species of human crawling across the face of the heathen earth while still laughing and crying and living and dying oblivious to the garden with the manmade tumors growing up in its place as dead arms unable to send messages along the grapevine with any accuracy…’
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‘pursuing the spoken word as fragment of this other realm where things get lost so easily in the silence that stings with quiet determination as sciences and faiths waging wars between those as enslaved and demon elite hordes who claim to have mastery over land sea and air to such a degree so as to be acquiring all those resources that are required to survive, considered a plan to derive a vague “greater good†process from all of those life-giving qualities Now defied by animosity in a scarcity implanted like dark seed to allow these pains and misery of the interested debt…’
out of Context;
‘captured on the long chain of tradition coiled around our wrists and our waists and ankles with some held close by their chins or necks choked and floating about in this odd limbo, and it is how low we can go to take the carpet out from underneath those ones who are in need of rugged constitutions the most even amid the rigged games of a secular circus fair enough to breed insanity from the simple sensitive population intrigued by cash into service for their own survival through the wildernesses so palpable Here… polluting in a future imperfected by the animal foibles of human ingenuity while being ingenuously spaced out by confrontation with this final of frontiers…’
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‘when the illusion is shattered and enlightens that arranging society on stage for yet another dramatic Mystery play onto unfold Here, instead opting for the mise en abyme as ‘placed into the abyss’ or ‘self-awareness’ or just ‘to put in the center’ making this as a final meaning of great importance where misery doesn’t even enter into the picture on human struggle made manifest or real in this personal enlightenment… in this misery literature turning fates into feats and meta into meat poets pondering as the master switch regulates gene expression, embryonic development, or whatever initiates cancer within us and our ceremonies…’
out of Context;
‘cutting static reality like lips waking from a knife scraping into the skin, of a softer substance still and precious while under the watchful eye of a parent or caretaker even if under illusion of human can be projected like a mask in the eyes and minds of those untrusted, and unknown people who filter throughout life’s endless doorways both demanding and describing circumstance as macabre sway to which we all dance and obey like truth played against us like odds stacked high to crucify those not aware of the method by which a subjective daily madness wins…’
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‘traces unto the dirt, the gravest of most serious matters dealt as death blow to these reserved and ignorant chapels built from the stoned and devalued inert pieces of a dreaming rarity devoid as this reality recycling the clinging bits of restless data from some gripe site retreat into the digital ablyssal bathysphere of space and time left loose to jerk a reaction out of the reeling memories of noumanity’s romantic attachment to resistance… vile trohl for all seasons whose very presence is an inflamed nerve twitching out of time to the rest of this clockwork sequence…’
out of Context;
‘worming through shit to reach a higher plateau as weight and pressure inflict themselves upon a creatures’ physiology embedded within the expanse of the macrocosm trying to pry away and to force every single microcosm to be digested remarked upon and defined by itself and responsible of consequences as a living memory as the Self embodied is as this, worm turns conqueror or snake as ouroboros of our lifeline determined Now as the singularity represented by each one of us in the out there as beasts manipulated by our own atavism through the learned traditions, and their slanted biases over our eyes…’
out of Context;
‘that tragic drama which houses all unfolds further curiosity implying the stress which chemical relief utilized to prevent every caustic vibration from resonating too deeply inside of these living cells as bereft from a material disconnect with source information as pieces toxically friendly with a predatory feeling attached as travesty mimicking humorously those unique elements trying to perhaps reach that next opportunity…’
out of Context;
‘that cutting edge of clarity desired to communicate with a true sense of gravity what it is the situation means to persons locked into a ritual conditioning of domestic slavery moving these masses to shift this reality… amped up to degrees of tension and heat that many may find themselves wandering out of the kitchen and off into a wilderness hard pressed to hear the reason and see the wisdom for ourselves trying to escape this cell in our hearts keyed to the interlocking tumblers in our heads, each mind a box to think outside of in relationship to each casual being Here today lost always questioning reality trying to gather the information before it spills spoiling the rest with infectious conception as a joyous disdain for authority…’