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‘the human matrix was an “alien” gift chosen off of a menu on a screen somewhere, and maybe this seed reality was in all actuality a cosmic Chia pet where life has already plant life which began to spawn into the next chamber of delivery in the horizontal, the animal becomes a relevant next step then… the human animal wasn’t relevant or even reasonable until thousands of years after the world consciousness ate up the dinosaur’s flesh in a fiery cataclysmic banishment into deeper realms of the cycle, and who knows if their dino-beings had not gotten as far as the mammalian creatures today, it even rings of truth in the language we speak as it touches upon the circuits of consciousness we seem bound to traverse… we gripe and we bitch and complain…’
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‘in the guise of religious upheaval promoted by compact media engines of propaganda material value karma, and we can’t even see the truth waving its ample little hands in front of us like the well-trained puppets we are for those of us that have truly succumb to the bath in mainstream hive-mind functionality and efficiency… the irreplaceable motion of energy from all sides of a pressure difficult to really explain accurately without needing some other lengthy discussions about previous terminology, the lifeless jargon of dead worlds collapsing in on themselves as though the whole house of cards were privileged enough to give way in one dramatic swoop of disbelief, but that is never so simply the case inasmuch as we would want to believe otherwise in our ritualistic behaviors to exploit our future concepts…’
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‘soon obsolete after completing this puzzle of artificial intelligence in the next wave as the consciousness chooses the newest model to become that living god status that humans have abused too far stigmatizing the art of robotic research as a harsh rebuke of humanity in all of its myriad splendor that will resemble pets further into the future than even science fiction can imagine as vividly… living through the unreal seems impossible now even as we do exactly that by the mere act of living at all as the memories cohesively come together as through the simple picture book, and it is in this place that all options are presented in full sharper quality yet as the technology thrill enraptures us all to some extent like an immediacy of holy vision…’
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‘because fucking with humanity is the reptilian disease that these particular people are addicted to without remorse, actions that defile another human being’s will to live is a sacrilege for all the wrong reasons, and the few that understand the power in these situations abuse their fellow humans ability to follow one continuous line of thought throughout a provision that doesn’t allow for comprehension as that would be an act too costly an activity to indulge in for the sake of others… too far from the human line of subjectivity, we have plundered over the edge of this bionic oblivion into heroism, but thinking in the backs of our far-flung future minds of the plans elaborately made and maintained by the professional aspect of the human endeavor and its voracious appetite for the static plague…’
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‘we are freaks in need of restitution, to renew our feckless constitutions in the wake of true revolt, and we are in need of actual human compassion instead of this defunct by-product of the human condition that has served as dim substitute for all these decades of havoc and mayhem that beasts like us desire in an attempt at stability… we are not insane, and the dichotomy of sanity overall is a useless expression of the enigmatic when conditions are not favorable in making others pursue the will of one mad god over individual rights imbued in imbecilic revelry, the queens are a punctual breed to favor their own in unquestionable orientations the proof of culpability among the unbelievers believing their unbelievable… the skull appears to be blank as a slate chalkboard reused and wiped away…’
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‘inhabiting a positive disguise while walking in the midst of these losers collected Here like monsters herded and waiting to be destroyed, a lonely display for those millions of cells and souls to recollect into some other functional being as yet another avatar and instrument of the heavens, and allowing us to roam like unfiltered water or wandering cattle each with a potential to fill the airwaves with utter bliss or unerring stupidity… at whatever point, though, we can be chosen for something other than ourselves at a time when we least expect it to be true even among the other emotional beings Here… we are captured of our own weak-wiled survivor of oblivious reasons, as testing vessels for all manner of new wisdoms…’
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‘as use of many levels of shared experience becomes accessible to the larger perspective that humanity is on the path of this progress… like dueling badgers just humming along to the strumming of banjos as the caption reads; ‘reality the way it really is’, this is the redneck disease of human ignorance that has plagued our kind since we have allowed others to usurp our ideals and hard work towards establishment of the social mind over the hive, but it is so damned difficult to wipe out all the bugs from within as without… such is life under the freakish glass dome we abuse to protect ourselves and our kind, letting there grow this self-inflicted authority upon the rest of civilization…’
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‘in many ancient times passed even as we recall the surface glamor romantic of the dark ages in history, there were roles that functioned on the human wavelength to utilize the physical prowess and hard-working capability of these creatures, but now there is the quality of an obsolete essence clothed in shrouds and death images to make it appear daunting to the naked witness… the digital plagues have come and gone as more of us engineer ways to function in that new reality in further and deeper ways than our imagination would normally allow, but that is how infused with progress we really are Here as the material moves to fulfill our requested actions albeit through a vessel that resembles vaguely human features…’
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‘we are glorified caretakers that abuse our privileges too often to take notice of ourselves, but the mind police are Here too, trying to winch gratuitous gluttony of the beast we have diseased into existence… too little too late, as their too overcautious excuses clutter the headroom needed to get around in this expanding lounge space where the alien meets the animal struggling to make a human resemblance, a human connection so as not to be truly left alone, every performer wants an audience after all… not all of us can give the expected response that our society of standards requires of us, but instead we rebel against the grain of the indoctrination, compelling us to eat the same shit…’
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‘the game is afoot, my dear witness… there is abundance in the fields of our imagination, but we cater only to those retarded minions who fool themselves into thinking they have the power to stop it if they want to, however that is the lure in which to reel them all in… the doomed have their many uses, but generally are not all that smart until the time comes to learn, even morons can swing the cat by the tail… the siren serene as howls grow more unrelenting still, and the pigs take all that they can get and more until they split, very few people rarely ever talk with a grown-up voice… that balancing equation is too wrong of man as instrument of fate…’