the screeching of the weasels and the cries of the carrots echo down in the park this jungle has become drumming as much free basing off of the fear ruling the streets to make the consequences more distinct to those who refuse to pay attention even though they realize the hollow highs costing us our space and time if we waste too much of it to then become just another lesson to be recorded to teach the hoarders to confess their syntax with languages so late they are deceased or believed to be that way oppressed as dead “men” have no tails or threads used in a long drawn out series of threats as solely benefits anyone adapted and dying to take advantage of the greater collective hard-pressed to commit to a better future in easy-made instructions written for …
game theory is real fun for hardcore mathematicians only everyone else has to learn an alternate lesson found from all these awful bloodsports as substitutes sequentially stalking and eliminating the common kind of lemming as they defy the ones who think they know what relevant information is among the masses that freely irradiate and choose to radicalize themselves through the humbling self-sacrifice it takes to get anywhere worth going toward whether there happens to be a direct and easily referenced concept to pull the unaware from their usual ignorant state of satiety only to comfort the weak ego that dies Here by following the rigorous mortician set into place by consensus reality at its most banal and concrete of “conformi-tah” like a classically-trained professional killer running about as if a ‘semper fi’ dropout soldier of fortune popping out the …
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‘harsh consequences bringing about cause and effect as established fact to be learned or earned by made mistake assessed as lesson, and not the dead end of failure used to blockade people from their destinies deemed worthy by forces allowing us to be where we are so that we utilize our freedom of choice for more than merely selfish tricks pulled out of the hat shooting from the hip to fake it until a successfully remaking of ourselves into who we were envisioning as who we would be by Now through whims wonder and fantasy that affect the presence as the aura or think of it as the palpable emotional self as stays a frame or two out of sync with our version in the present of Now the only thing that is real…’
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‘spaced out and prolific somewhere on the faces is written an awareness of what is already there transferred from place to place by a vagrant consciousness roaming the features through figures as they are shaped and themselves shape the destinies of lifelike likenesses to coming to try trading us spirits for efficiency as a snake oil salesmen before them caught up in the flimflam that asserts a final epic swing loosed under conventional acts undertaking the unconventional ventilating extremes exorcised by demonic coercions that cohere to this bionic culture hybrid and horrid on unique points on their way to becoming managed by aspects of competition squeezing the denatured juices as dementia quantified, but tainted loves aside we stride casual on into the causal plane of our birthing songs that dance in our eyes and dreams…’
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‘public face on a certain amount of information as consensus reality’s stamp of approval calling forth the critics some to deny its entry into popular belief the digital relay between man and machine changes as well to new frequencies of exaggerated dalliance trying to form absolutes of alliance and agreed upon boundaries as lines not to be crossed even as Mankind defied these ideas themselves long ago before the standards impressed in after effects of government intrusion staking shady claims upon defilers of environmental concerns as they raise to crescendo pitch, and affect the peoples within that greater majority appealing for a stasis that relies not on status or respect gained from financial certitude through which the obnoxious attitude is evolved into an animal substitute to the challenge of mating…’
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‘tormented by the processing posture that this catalytic machismo pretends to protect when only self-interest applies for these razor-sharp wits a little bit estranged by mistreatment from anyone else wishing to appease these stoic stooges at random intervals of time and space as opens for another of those somber shaken moments masochistically beating one’s self up with emotional stress taken too far, the hollow head echoes the emptiness within hardly a relevant thing left to say superficially swallowing the shallow placebo pills pushed onto our psychoses through doses cutting ourselves off at the mouth and either of hundreds of possible worse case scenarios in which failure and betrayal are the only options…’
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‘placed where they could present the most lethal of hostilities groomed to cause unseen threads of manipulating ley-lined strings connected at the places conducive to movement for an insurgent villain grift to follow and distract, countries kill and die over their nihilist national identity which neither represents the ant- nor protagonistic force alone but a combo of the few “winning” traits we all share by genetic strands swaying us in the solar winds until baked to death by our ecological retardation creating pockets a bit too underdeveloped in this world soon causing other forces to be unleashed like elder gods older than the periphery by which they wander around us as a burglar waiting for a moment’s weakness to strike out affixing defiant traits to tiny minds capable of holding the theories only the shadow knows…’
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‘each age that we remain lost children killing other children without conscience to bridge the schisms that form and enfold us all others affairs too often than we are able to stop and see while actively able to affect the change by choice instead of being blinded by distractions and decisions made for us well beyond childhood to adulthood, and wanting to understand how these changes occur beyond one’s own awareness of the surging pulse humanity represents to itself by focusing in on fulfilling of dreams in pursuit of happiness an ideal over contentedness a reality, and try as we may we cannot obey all the orders handed down to us which makes of arts subversion and social dominance of the mind through mind games played to extremes leading us to change ourselves out of fear…’
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‘lack of respect from anyone else who might but couldn’t care less… or listen well to instructions to the best of their ability responding as spite when resentful of those fuckers delighted in putting you in your place when they want to out of a despise for your hopeless faith in humanity can this world really be called “just” as in any true justice under a general opinion or public law formulated regulation simply avoided by dismissive agencies that shelters a suspect as if they were that prisoner caught snared by these restless silences siphoning the jolts of kinetic effects we ascribe to “jest” doing anything, can this activity be worth the energy put to it to carry the burdens a little further down paths left unspoken for the most part as exclusive intrusions…’
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‘the game cannot be told to the outsiders and those that happen to have their eyes sight exposed then opened to these shadow tactics hidden from those who sleep deeply enough to just slip away lost very casually almost trivially these souls and the ghosts left wandering between worlds of past future present and all locales interstitial to the dimensions greatly speculated over by physical scientists and philosophers and seekers of truth made manifest by the forces holding us to our actions until we respect our personal steps and imprints placed Here in a series of sections some may consider as chapters simplified for the many who do not understand these things… as biblical proportions go we are cut up in a few dozen billion pieces of partially conscious information in walking living organic portals…’