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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…’
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‘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…’
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‘teased and strayed away by the small-minded others trampling on this thing-that-feels… to understand with all our colloquial methods what abhorrent manners manipulated into being together trapped in pace with one another in a race that seems to start and stutter at random intervals as we tolerate this in the name of the chase, another displaced act of “mercy” from a faceless lord over the tiniest decisions and indiscretions that only one being can carry through when all around feels as oppressive from deceit and mistrust in the dirty pocket of humanity, and respect is well-earned by anyone that can handle the burns from these ropes as they are used to bind and gag that single cloud of happiness you were riding to show you this… the cruel world in all its tasteless travesty…’
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‘no more professionals just workers united to produce more junk that no one ever NEEDS to have, which does make us all artists in some regard in Andy Warhol’s words, but can leave the best and hardest working people we have left questioning why they are working so hard and what it is they are working toward… the toxic kinesis from one stage to the next in development of the perfected slave race to aid those ancient astronauts back from a time out of space, we build empires to satisfy our curious neuroses that speak of command and control over our peers, but that violent practice leads to revolt and destruction more often than not as it seeks to reach new insights…’
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‘this is the civilized thing to do perhaps, to just give up and realize what we are, and what we are doing to ourselves and the planet as long as we are Here… the terrible wants that our humanity has allowed to spawn, has instilled within our latest brand of humanity a sense of paranoia for protecting the self that has never been quite as defined as it is now, and we are afraid of anything differing from what we are familiar with might entail for us personally… use of the so many different things to distract our attention from what stares at us from a million miles away, the sedation of humanity has been a disjointed endeavor that never quite works as fully as the powers that be might wish…’
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‘this god-tested failure is not whether we are gods or believe that there has to be a god, but whether if we are going to choose worship of a force outside of ourselves thus putting our energy resource into this makeshift corporate entity that can be utilized against the collective will, or can it?… well, that depends upon if you can convince the rest of the collective will to believe in one reality through as many selves cycling the enervation back into one coalesced entity, or are we a collection of the incarnated representatives of the multitude pantheon of forces mistaken time and again as gods compelling this earth to move?…’