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‘a horizon we may never reach from this centered perspective filled with all the shapes and symbols necessary to stage an escape sooner than later from this watery grave, the dreams get recycled when they cease to live up to the lightness of being which brings their essence in contact with the gravity to this realm perhaps, and the confrontation with matter knocks us to some primal state where our suffering and triumph on the individual level registers in that spiritual space that reflects our progress and learning in some cases revealing that selfish and courageous urge to rise above the muck and the grunge that falls onto those of us who are many bearing the burden for the few that have the time to sort their plans…’
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‘digested by the world around us… urban or rural, inside or outside the Hub, where do you want to be when you grow up?… feminine energy wants to interrelate with others while masculine energies want to penetrate these trivial matters, but the tiny televised voice deep down informs us to feel guilty over questioning the authority of the corporate lords of aMerika whose systems have allowed for the diffusion of accountability over numerous faceless people like the selves we never know personally… some trick of the mythos somewhere lifelike but unaware as human beings except for the rare few that can make a handful last for days as they get around the world learning useful moves that will one day win the war in for one way or another…’
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‘the only way to free oneself from this bizarre disbelief that is in an interdependent relationship with the manifest humanity has been to allow “space” for mind and body and soul to be suspended separately while still within the solid confines of the spatial body, and this usually is only to be enacted as a form of life-changing passage rite to adulthood in most cultures whose previous stance on the thing called ‘humanity’ as opposed to this supposed civilized nationality which has rejected ‘ancient knowledge’ steadily in the last two thousand years or so since… the debacle involving remnants of both bestial and social humanity as ritual myths began to change again since their primitive resemblance to interpreting the mutation of humanity from the base animal roots to the present aspect acting as social cog…’
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‘with vampire teeth setting sail on the open see of people to steal and suckle from the weaker things in this species while they can get the most for their intermingled energies, and only while another large percentage of humanity can turn a blind eye to its own kind for the most part allowing the suffering of all the intrusive royal examples made centuries old before that political system swallowing all of us Here with its waves of misdistributed wealth among the classes at work as those social forces in the world… in a primeval example of hive mind beast-in-the-human animal kinds of power struggles for which many real myths are devised from tandem realities developed over centuries…’
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‘as avatars from the mark of a deranged group of minds while the past making waves ripple out further Here in the future where restless are the spirits as that now the nowhere has come around to offend the arch-evil with a new approach and a rationale to an old problem that has occurred before this… the felling of the established paradigm of authority after the shine has worn to a rusted collapse as the machine buckles against the vibrant positive energy of the social mind that meets at grand cross-sections of people, the classic model is one that states eventually the sudden changes resurrect a hierarchy working out of sight to achieve greater goals inclusive to a few who might think they know what is best based upon a pointed opinion without any actual participation…’
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‘democratic general assembly pulled straight from the coffin that corruption commercial and industrial incorporations have shoved it back in the day before all this insane internet bullshit materialized, this where the interests acting in our interests have lost their fucking minds by corrupting democracy with a tainted taste of weird capitalist voodoo that uses words written in triplicate to define an angular place where self-interest is often lost to profit and bottom lines that get crossed in the real world that cannot be replicated on paper with harsh analysis alone… the ninety-nine percent of us feel used by this intricate system that defies explanation as easily for those who prefer to strategize struggling with the absolute terms relayed from others who might remain faceless voices for the rest of their lives…’
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‘crash landing on Wall Street this past September 17th, the baying of the capitalist pigs has sunk to a new low so the people had no other choice than to retaliate in the most obscure and peaceful way possible, and they flocked to this cause young to aged alike on this first actual day of the occupation movement for most people as a worldwide solidarity began forming underneath the noses of those who might have seemed to lose hope for a new mission as some perhaps figured they would die before the next revolution came about… indeed some have died though not specifically as lost causes as many have written since grand time immemorial off into abyssal spaces of primal memory buried in the vast dark matter universe Here where the particles pulse and chime…’
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‘way past truly skeptical truths that smother their worth… the game is restriction of senses and information that would allow a realized momentum of escape from this corrupted civilized structure that must include possession of a strong sense of self for too many of us, the passive doormat collection that serves as an international justice league just recently starts to bottom out from the silent economic terror that has been perpetrated by this deranged factionalization of society’s muscle without certain constraint that requires some form of necessary understanding before making actions in the steady slithering stream that flows from the constraints of the smaller pond or pool of “water” in its horizontal journey to the larger body…’
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‘there’s that old life challenge again to meet death in full frontal glory no matter what the price it rears in the end when the cost is that of the catastrophic life equation cast aside at swift liberty… the body reaches out but only a pitiful expectation returns to the fools that take their time too seriously in this the gloried hole where the inverse of wholeness plays a role in conception to this very cautious assembly of parts in control, but does that even stop us at all from thinking like we are the forces of control merely because we have independence through consciousness… though, where does even that come from i wonder aloud, and sit uncomfortably in my chair as i am aware of being oddly unaffected to some level in this… the vessel underneath…’
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‘screaming, the pits of hellish anger and guilt grow deeper like infernal wounds underneath the subcutaneous fat of the domesticated human, pain that reaches beyond the nerve endings into the actual human mind as it bleeds through into thoughts and stray emotions alike to flay the virtual skin caged in the mind’s eye as a tormented picture show would throw depraved active images against those so darkened inside steamed brain juices… the projection of the soul upon windows called ‘eyes’ to those in the know…’