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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…’
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‘merely playing the roles they have used to receive what they wanted, even if that means the imminent destruction of another or the self as the victim or proposed martyr… harnessing the harmless farce as it is depressed, and it is a crummy life when you have no one to confide in, always in fear of judgment at every intersection… a certain amount of crosstown traffic, if you will, that makes confusion stronger than one might fare a guess at truth Here… a caption in timeless err… to breathe the err is to lose with grace and take your chances with care, there is never any time ever like the present presenting itself to the presenter as opportunity fits and favors the critical enslavers and of course not the artist…’
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‘a dysfunctional lot to be thrown in with the other false gods trying to rub two nickels together to create change, loosely defined as the caged lunatics are set free then locked out to cull the herd that are left walking the streets too late at night though even night is no barrier to a real monster, but few ever get a chance to witness that atrocity up close without themselves being tragically snuffed out… we have homegrown film-born simulations of the actual thing, but the truth of the matter is always far stranger than the fiction interpreting the mixture in this place we are in, our lives becoming these entranced oblivious attempts at half-assery with a sophomore chivalry to boot it to the head instead of faking a mockery to the real live substance…’
out of Context;
‘finding out who or what i am to become before i am done… not really aware of any celebratory occasion, but there are many things going on all at once melding of the enmeshed personality strands representing the various formula and equations on a different level of sequence at the same time as the distortion of self rises up and out of the miasma as humanity’s birth, patterns do not give up their secrets that easily however… like maps they need to be read and then re-read before there is a manageable sense of direction, where you are at at any given point in relation to everything else at the same time Here, but travel is skewed by shifting ideas of light and darkness filtering through each other to create varying shades of life…’
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‘scaring the worshipful harangue of the blissful ascetic feeling justified in prayer, but who is to excuse all that remains of us there?… as though a superior god would care for every part of self and cell, as if a cell were a collection of roles to make each part work together at the same pace in an odd timing or competitive sway between authorities in compliance with any of the pre-described modes and functions for a profit-reaping endeavor deemed to be worthy of moving forward by the powers that be commanding in the current state of interpretation on the heavens and earth surrounding us all, and no being is ever left out of the cosmic scheming that goes on…’
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‘the fun is ever far from over as time plays the game of pretend, assailing us with the particles representing from concepts older than time itself making each player stage their own death to fit into the role they were made for, but realizing of that is just one more beginning to this stranger-than-fiction trick that appears deceptively quicker than the eye can see even as the show goes on… with stranger movements yet in the periphery on the edge of your vision like a hallucinatory menagerie in the shadows, though certainly not truly hidden only misrepresented through the halo sight we allow ourselves to witness and nothing else…’
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‘lately, the ghosts have begun to transcribe their own works of fiction, but with no motive to get it published through the usual channels of dismissive corporate entities rejecting and interjecting those various stages of approval before it feels used and finished… a trial and tribulation in the variation of a vibrant situation as thoughts to be pasted on the board, the odd trance of immortality as special obtainable goal parallel with a need for money to render the peripheral things alive even through all the years, and we begin to draw and describe the energies that our guts may tell us is to blame for being tossed around in this insufferable storm of confusion that matures with today’s motions…’