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‘despite living like animals on the fringe of the nowhere waiting and making those somethings that happen like swarming flies around the dead bloated corpse of a system that has become far too infested to be relied upon with certainty, when something of worth actually happens Here the flies will scatter and lay their eggs in other moist pockets where the space between lives is yet full buried under the skin of this human thing we find ourselves within by odd comparison to the other animals as in the proposed ideal “kingdom” of beasts and their more advanced counterparts, but not everyone has the destination certainly set in their mind’s eye…’
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‘the flesh can make one appear as wholly unbelievable in this rather banal explanation for worldly examples that defy in any obvious place the greater assemblage of parts and particles as loose structure of we beliefs that reject being dismissed, and instead venturing forth untarried (read; not anchored) by the material gravity made real by the consuming wedge that drives itself deep into the living psyche where the raw information is snatched by an organic ‘what’ technology lodged in the human body… we are all pilots “flying” together in unison unaware of each other through sheer anonymous window glass transparent when the glare doesn’t strike just the right angle with its blast of the bright shine as we the many passengers inside of this vessel wince at the stabbing knife of light launching itself into their dark…’
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‘in the middle of fascist extremes burning with a feared and gory staked claim upon a nightmare conscious of what it can do to Man through his dreams of horrible profit and grandiose vibrations toward power, and calling for the inferior to give everything to the feet of their new master who could kill them whenever he chooses to kill those who especially participate in what he chooses to call the system… ‘government’, that grinding machine that chews down the tissue and marrow into sizes that fit as well with the outrage as the degree of disgust that this supposedly optimal system plays against to further the overall atmosphere of frustrations that make their appearance known so easily, but questions of whether this dirty beast will go away or be tamed by the reasoned and logical…’
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‘as time shifts, possibility opens and contracts like a giant dilating cyclopean eye perhaps the mind’s eye as seeing from a god’s perspective of selflessness that creates its own aura of selfishness contracting and narrows the connective tissue in these new synthetic gods we become, but are we the fools becoming leaders or the leaders becoming fools in the saturnalia that recycles our energy throughout the cosmos Here in the cult of tomorrow… the roles and energy get expended and moved about from creature to creature like a vast circuit that works channeled from a sudden involved understanding that ebbs into frustrated ignorance as we hit our lows on unique radii of timing that has moved long before we ever could have even been considered conscious entities, choosing to forget all this as we begin to attune…’
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‘generations of a now self-imposed consumer system that requires ‘want’ and ‘need’ to be ideas of flow intermingled as though a product itself… a fractured piece of ourselves that came out of the “factory” faulty because it is the only part out of all of us that responds to humanity and its compassion which is the very same part that the empty among us are sorely missing for themselves, with their burned out eyes glowing in the dark of night, but certainly nightmares that walk awake in the daylight the image of human as well… we take the presence of these things for granted as though this really were the only way to live, but what of those who care less about cooperation and more about their own selfish gains as a path from human misery…’
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‘a dead reality in the now-toxic thing that resembles a media-soaked blip on the screen, to describe just how far we have pushed the limits would take many hours to give and receive accurately among us and everyone we know surely testing the limits of our knowledge absorption because no matter the amount of connection between you and i there is an area where our minds will not meet on various topics… these places are where our differences lurk waiting to expose gaps in our unity with each other through ideas that make us wish to pull away…’
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‘the screaming dead locked into debate over this or that thing requiring an honorable mention somewhere among all those blank thoughts floating down on the congress floor as debate moves from one house to the other and back again to achieve some majority rulership choosing some appropriate form of leader the phallible martyr for the aMerikan dream… the engineered antagonistic gravity summons the spirit to materialize its reality into quantified matter and solidity in this dark cradle merging of the physical and mechanical force removed of emotional process, taken back to an extremity of order…’
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‘leaders arose because people were easily fooled into being lead by charming soldiers perhaps with nothing other than some thoughts of glory in their heads, but the schemes became more complicated as more interests came into the picture varying the full perspective by many leaps beyond pure functionality as cold and precise measures of wealth became that weight most able to bend around the balance one awful direction over the other as the bi-partisan system reckless and debauched were born… we see men, women and children often without thinking about agendas, or of what influence this interaction is going to have on my life even as we mature to find out how different it is than from what it appears to be…’
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‘diabolical individuals making myths cheaper by the dozen as humanity begins to harass cross the line of mediocrity hidden inside skin too thickened by years of wasted hatred for oneself and others by will of the systemic infection that trains us to be just as much like itself, and it is this parasite that most of us remain for the adulthood after teenage years motivated by dread of the on-coming future needs and wants as yet unrealized through the obtuse head that slowly puts together experiences with memory into action which inevitably lead to more experiences like a looping pattern similar to a synthesized beat pounding repetitive and fast perhaps in the primal bedrock of the dance floor… where millions of thousands of years and people have dared to speak with their frame instead of their words…’
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‘we subject the rest of the populace to the momentous climate transformations that may just condemn our species to rust and death by the end… showing us the “human” face to further the building of some insidious trust that possesses no genuine emotion connecting to each other while behind our backs they play the same ‘kill-or-be-killed’ survival game this protean species has already grown beyond, held back by illogical and impermanent ideas that are more than a couple decades old of infinite growth for finite creatures, and it is this primitive hive mind of the animal humanity that keeps trying to reestablish itself in order to infect control among the entirety of the world population as organic robots moving ants inside of the most organized colony possible…’