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‘shared but unseen as it exists in those darkest of the malefic reaches where a malfunction of a mind and body inhabit the similar space as that emotional form shaped by fluctuating patterns of those wildly mutating and interspersed in-between other senses surrounding the human being, acts of doing as much with our short time Here as is capable for one person suffering dry heaves from a holy mal de mer…’
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‘the spiritual essence that gives us the i-don’t-know-what to achieve these grand heights to which we have become accustomed and taken as granted, in this strange conundrum of feats and defeats outweighing those true opinions we have for ourselves unless otherwise prevented on the individual level where others decide our idea of fate and destiny to which we may eventually fall prey to machinations or plots that portray us in as socially unflattering a light without the simple courtesy for our basic knowledge, and from the outside we all appear as mechanical animals to a robotic extreme unkind to the idea of human error because to justify one vile act is to excuse others…’
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‘gathered together to construct a picture of what a real civilization could be with the possibility to do more once becoming a fully aware and consciously responsible person that millennia ago were simpering fools of a prehistoric persuasion that didn’t ever know any better than the violence we collaborate and make deals with now in desperate urges to sway the fingers of time back to the beginning with this expanded understanding intact, but this machine doesn’t work like that in this near-dawning age siphoning the dark we have originally witnessed ourselves to be transmuted and transmogrified into the emotional gold our souls…’
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‘motor soul aspects of the greater being we know as ourselves, and the variables consistent enough to give access between these analytic functions of consciousness and a baser body in motion as the beast resides within as much without as the many decades fitting layers that collapse into place revealing further definitive forces lodged deeper than merely flesh can contain, trying to find traction in the struggle that suffering alludes to as delicate banquet to the senses…’
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‘shining as brilliantly as in moon and sun alight the trails through the stars and cosmic expansion narrowed in this becoming the you ever-changing as you are now as always will be, and even as the flesh melts away in slow death sways or quickly as in the emergency state of apocalypse stains that come like rain through the worm hole by state of the art blitz of nuclear hatred abused by shameful masters that plague us with ready disaster… pieces for free falling off into a pile on the floor as the body shatters apart like an explosion of molten hot core fragmented from the dirty bomb made to cure the infidel womb of its’ heathen possessions, in screaming out for more to claim the right to divide and to compare the evils we see…’
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‘this crude disease stems and alters our reality edge by dredging up the vacant stares from the disinterested scum who watch the trash late at night with plastic under their thumbs, mocking the mock pictures presented before them in the dark with their slippers and underclothes so well exposed and scraping against the floor like a death shroud clouding up their halls as the well-timed electric sounds whir and hum in rhythm to clockwork days drifting in and out like the tide as something wicked different approaches us with tantalizing words of selling out to the toads who jerk and reside inside the minds of the cattle calling the kettle black or white…’
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‘this response to the ‘love everybody’ cliche that has permeated the vague threshold of old humanity where everyone and their grandmother knows the various lessons as they have turned into rhyme beyond reason used as a turnaround on fair play for those that have any such ideals, my people are the ones who ‘hate everybody’ in a sense that opposes the overwhelmed by love excuse that makes threadbare the simple human urge for some meaningful attraction instead of rejection… changing by subverting my sense of humility just a little bit so as to appear misanthropic while not fully giving in…’
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‘the deranged sits cranked up with volumes of visions intent in their separate planned schisms manifesting division between all of the senses as they flux and flow with the tensions affixed naturally within people, the sole inhabitant of the head once death has pulled the spirit from this vessel now spent from the voyage from this previous life living casually as though nothing else were going on in the cosmos except for themselves, but not necessarily a world as inhabited by the curious opportunist even though there are many scrambling for survival in taking all the pieces of the pie-eyed dream for their individual hoards…’
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‘at one point i was considering myself ‘amniscient’ (a strange portmanteau of the terms Amish and omniscient) as the “weird” started to grow, and the ideas began fomenting with haste as to what honor i would bestow upon this unique path to visual extremes which became a gauge for what the year brought out in me and from my environment as pieces falling into place… today, i understand what it was that i was trying to do with my appearance besides modify it into a different shape…’
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‘addictions of whose choice is it to choose what it is to be right or wrong down this long corridor to a truth that this junk builds blues up from the depth of an unfathomed wasteland to which truth and youth are but fallen idols, standing totems buried in the sandy gossamer fringe that dreams are made of with visible patrons paying for the experience however they can when they can afford it as the games won’t play themselves without a mouse in the maze somewhere, but this is why our parents abort us because the world we live in is so disgusting and cruel…’