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‘the television hive glows with the undiscovered foes on the inside disposing of the reasons to live, hording the few pieces of real beauty to the elite ivory towers in the distance too far to reach from Here, but just close enough for their tainted words to lure us off-course… distraction is the name of the game as the entertainment peels back layers of conscious awareness for sedative delight, and the substantial abuse of the system that retains the sensitive prophet for use as a figurehead tactic has outlived its uses as maniacal propaganda machine, the war has finally come into our minds instead of our doorsteps because the last great frontier is the involuted introversion of this human virtuality plugged right into the next world… crazy from the heat of this strain and disciplined edge…’
out of Context;
‘with the absorption of relevant information through this cultural filter of heavenly matrices there would be that instrument of enlightenment and empowerment that the truly honest would crave to savor… to fill the void with no more saints or sinners, but to embrace the whole parts of something that was started before us, we are just the next in a long lineage of potential prophets… trained by a militant and fearful category of socioeconomic restraint, it has always deferred power to those that choose to wield it in broad arcs to disguise their own actions to retain these material treasures for themselves while at the same time leading others to believe their motions just and righteous, but the fallacy is in how much our trust has been given up to these temporary charlatans…’
out of Context;
‘this satisfying plunge into a torrential wind swept with scents of any other way than what is known, the mind is sensitive and rises up to greet these olfactory memes with spicy essence transfiguring the time and space in-between the spaces, but the time has come to wander on in… as i just turned on the whirlpool, and your bath for the brainwashing was prepared long before i got Here… i am merely an afterthought in some giant’s dream, but you and i still interact together in this virtual world of blank verse and pictographic words depicting urges you have never heard before, these voices that pulse with the wired feeling for fate… that deja vu was just great… somehow i don’t believe you…’
out of Context;
‘this is all the trash that needs to be sorted out properly in order for the patterns to be changed with a solid foundation in reality instead utter lack of respect for anyone else that could possibly grow to enjoy my company, you need to leave me without this emotional grip like a collection of bad memeories hanging around long enough to jinx the whole relationship i have with my well-being, and what little sanity remains with the others around me… the corrupt hands of my negative side hangs limp in the air, the living shadow that has no reason to stall for more time Here, and this is because it is not wanted where living things dare… it has become a bomb instead of carrot held over the head to lead a crusade…’
out of Context;
‘the ego-driven majority planning assaults on the human psyche… we must end this diseased oppression that makes the sickness too serious to bear by this society as a whole, and it is the fault of the individual in not bringing to the forefront the wrongs to be corrected in the capitalist cesspool, our money is nowhere to be found in our pockets as labor translates directly into sustainability… the dueling sides alive inside the divided person’s mind, conceive the fantastic strictness of which we uphold as holy this ideal of perfection unrelenting from the false god force that tries to ignite the world into flames…’
out of Context;
‘it is necessary to use these words we have chosen to say more than can be easily expressed… we have a difficult task to try and make our challenges worthwhile in the same breath as being willing to challenge our unconscious resistance to understanding, but still cannot merely put all of our energy into one avenue of thought or conceptualization because that leaves too much beyond the doorway to scare us into submission… we must have no fear when trying to complete this quizzing reality each before us… the puzzles presented are the abstraction of ancient history, and we have need of our observant guides from within before the civilization becomes caustic as another dark experiment in space, but how to pay attention properly to their words?…’
out of Context;
‘only gods cull their flock to take some and leave the rest to learn greater lessons, those left are treasured by pillaging machine that society becomes in a blank and static age, but the rape of the earth and its resources leaves many of us the villainous culprits by default… so take out all the loans you can, and smoke them while you have got them, maybe at least then those left can finally reset this terrible situation… gloat the bloated corpse with its painted disgraceful ways, sitting in that funeral home basement waiting to be shown like a dead debutante in the grim glory of them who have something left to live for, and as a reminder of what we have yet to escape from now… the lesson of mortality…’
out of Context;
‘the mortal stab into flesh that wounds and betrays the human urge to die when this rotten thing plays games against righteous change, that familiar system we have grown to love to hate as the blame wears on, and the shallow things still roam the earth like twisted and disguised and disgusted creatures that try to control life even as life contradicts their ways… sometimes this all reaches far too deep to leave alone into that pit of fears called ‘gun’, where virtual motive and actual motive are conjoined as twin energies released from inside this lurching brain transistor as the signals reach the dissected pace made to move through the skin encasing so thinly this virtual plane of reality…’
out of Context;
‘we are each our own law made manifest by the dual natures of certainty and its shadow opposition, in the dark matter which inhabits space the essence of mind creates/ fills that imaginary frame of time, and it hangs over our heads as the truth fascinates and infatuates the whores and the fiends who traipse in and out of influence over the aspects to our own world… we are mated with brilliant sparks called life that requires us to think inside as much as beyond ourselves, destined to make the maps necessary for the function of style in which we become accustomed and all-too righteous in defense of, but we make ourselves stare at the sun for reasons we could never possibly fathom if only to just imagine…’
out of Context;
‘straining in attempt to see what others might consider a veiled truth lurking in the cosmic underbrush as it is hidden by so much distracting matter… whether it is far nobler to give in to the mighty truths of others, giving their systems the upper hand for your own learned intelligence which by proxy gives them the power to state ugly words and terms of hateful hidden gestures over your life’s work for decades to come, but the rebellion comes in so many forms capable to shatter the current mode of deranged stasis to which we have become all-too accustomed as the rage in our hearts builds to greater and greater extents as the rebels begin to overpopulate those wishing to maintain this thing the way it is… oh, the precious interpretations are out there, dear reader…’