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‘spirits moseying throughout the ages that humanity has bared its place on the earth to intermingle energies constantly in order to accentuate new combinations of this reality into the various displays of exploitative powers… given a conscious force to better understand our plight as humans while in the middle of all this passion, the beatings and mutilations and death all as fleeting labels to endear emotions to a cruel and unforgiving world wind blowing all the parts around, and planting these new seeds all over the world under the disguise of human ingenuity… the hollow cost of instinct and intuition considered the truth-finders inside of a corrupt system…’
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‘the morgue fills with dead forms milling about while their spirits find ways to detach from real places they once knew, the wailing banshee always in mourning the perpetual dusk of dread while searching to lodge in a far away land, and maybe to be reborn as a new missionary of man’s progress through a damned struggle with demand… the only question asking soulless things how they would live if they were given the one chance to be incarnated as a being in flesh, i believe this is something of the state we are in, and the cosmos is so utterly more vast than the microcosmic mind can comprehend only the surface of such explorations inside our heads…’
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‘the root of the proposed family tree… genetic information mutates as the people adapt to changes in the physical environment, we are still working through an animal vessel no matter how synonymous with the being of human this beast has become to represent the experience of humanity, and it is this bland acceptance that has dragged out the debates begun timeless eons ago with some of our first philosophers pondering upon the questionable place of ego humanity in this cosmos without answer… we might see that the shifting almost mechanical are patterns at work in the vast everything that is, but we are few numbered to truly foresee the advance without bearing down right upon this next step in our recreation, the rest and relaxation being merely a pause on the way to active inclusion…’
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‘a decent life that can keep the living things within from rotting competence of the short-term traditions that retain this horribly redundant cycle of mistakes, the rulers know even less than they used to because of the defensive productivity of the militaristic mind at work trying to hold all information in a protected slot where only specifically neutral visitors may see the relics from a political future untold, and in this dystopia we are a limited people indeed with merely the illusion of freedom to make us happy with what we have got even though it isn’t much at all… the cloak-and-dagger governments want to close the box on this section of humanity where the gutter ends, having spent their entire lives under obvious guise of a human appearance sheltered from understanding the inhumane imbalance…’
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‘forces trying to push culture in narrowed dimensions wishing only to steal this vital essence to replace it with obedience from the mechanical animals left in the wake of this progression… we are idiots for not seeing the threat right before our very eyes and ears as we try to placate ourselves with worry and concern because everything is so confusing all the time, but we are beings imbued with a quaint potential adaptability meant to make order out of the chaos we receive Here as creatures first and humans last, the strangely tormented bliss in trying to keep a straight line in-between all the dualistic qualities manifested in this bizarre and brutal jungle setting…’
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‘those like myself in the majority fighting against the crimes of the culture that birth inhumane practices to subdue the human animal in the actualization of a real human potential, or the creation of the individual destiny manifested without harsher than imagined consequences of action, we are raised in ongoing mutiny of social structures to either become a piece in the immense nomenclature of this flawed whirligig perpetual motion (read: moron) machine spitting out more fools and charlatans as an antidote and catalyst to enact the new and innovative use of extremes…. or the human can accept only the personal locomotion that makes their own world move…’
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‘we are summoned Here by the ritual of sequence and consequence, as the actors we display ourselves by the heartless fist for progress that fascism has become more common in relation to progress, and stupid boys think that they can run or own the world and all those precious commodities stored within it… however, a fatal flaw lingers between the entertainment and the entertained when it comes to matters of agenda, and you can only string along willing participants so long before a simple breakdown in communication tatters it all to shreds because this is just so-called continuity ripped from the arms of chaos in meditation… the tormental downpour from animistic thoughts with lives of their own one day soon crawling through the streets like rats before moving upright in the world…’
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‘the changing of time and space for everyone involved… what remains of this flower’s power once the petals have all wilted to the floor out of a deathly bloom inspired by paranoia and gloom as the world goes dark and dim with the light that it had from within, the people are jaded and tightening their loads against their beds to prepare for the burning that will take place then, and the fires will not stop until the useless are cut off from the rest of those sorry examples reinforcing the lessons humanity has spent to learn for itself truth in its human words… liars in their livelihood sociopathic of intent exclaim grand gestures of perilous moral flavor to gather the distraught and disturbed to their feet, with the talk becoming that of esteem for the creeps…’
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‘the control that media has on our ideas as the system expunges our purpose and ethics for mass and volume and the efficacy thereof… we look only for the carved into stone approach as being the better of multiple choices, no matter how bitterly we have sacrificed for these backward ideals that siphon the creative impulse from the rest of this neanderthal cesspool that stone aged creations have leaped through like a warping portal from one stage to the next without even beginning to scratch the surface, but this is how one begins to carve away the wall-like covering over the fence that shelters this route from all the other intruders getting in lawless and chaotic of momentum… rolling down the mountain like a horse with no name…’
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‘the visions are too vague to show all the way, but powerful enough to leave an excited impression on those receptive to the same vision which further reinforces an idea of the reality into fruition, hanging from the ether as it awaits to be revealed and plucked down by materializing forces… the tree of life is this ethereal thing, and everything is alive within its bounds as the energy circulates all throughout to show that no motion comes to a complete stop, always choosing a different attitude to take when it appears to be no other direction is working… this is adaptation working out its kinks and bugs by natural selection of endeavor…’