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‘dying scream of doubt to be betrayed by the doctors and their cold stinging err, or the warriors who come out to play and decide they want to kill a man and rob him in the streets crazy from the trip to hell and back attacking another person whether needed or not creates knots in the system cannot untie even as unified and united their might seems to be some good guys some bad guys though the test of casualties becomes the surprising rise in the tidal wave goodbye to eclectic electric gaps far scarier charismas of delicious gravity ahead severing the knots with swirling blades like cyclones whirling a winding wind blown beyond those winsome memory lanes a bit farther than a disciplined Mankind can travel even though from Here you can get very far indeed..’
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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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‘consequence slipping on random obstacles not stable enough to hold us aground of our flights of fancy and fantasy quelled by toxic vibrations that rape us as submission tactic crass as spastic in clutches to cross to bear without being scared almost to death as that requested probability coughed out into that vast darkness that cracks with each step moved in a direction that eats our soul from some external source sour on our course toward oblivion, war and profit as the rest of the last flower children wither and die away peddling their come oddities of ritual onto virtue without caring for the others arrested by thought when an enchanted victim becomes the next to transfer those beliefs onto others out of primal archetypes trying to get the better of us one at a time…’
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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…’
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‘the rooster or peacock whose job is to play alpha while praising jah when wobbling on our morals and ethics while in the midst of managing to raise the stakes a little bit higher as though this were something to bet upon… the precise demonic prods culling the queues to an unusual excuse used to abuse the forced of their good behavior projected out onto others to create a mythological message that fulfills a self-manifesting prophecy pushed along by that ambiguous consciousness that sometimes lack a minds’ eye for conscience the science perhaps of conscious pursuit of caring and compassion as solipsistic trial by effort returning those curious elements animating the corpses-to-be we are Here becoming more than animal or aliens trying to perceive what human means…’
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‘a bliss on repeat as a hell might seem if released unleashed creating a victim of self we may liken to the ‘beast’ gone into a frenzy in front of the wrong people and their people to then be held totally accountable for the smashed fury crashing through sudden suspense then faces grey with disbelief that this could be as one of those devilishly intense phases we all read about or see on tv allowing us a pseudo-experience through the viewing, but we are still reactionary puppet heads used to represent our districts when given the chance though good leaders are still very difficult to find and the times are far in between such years of any offices on magnitude of that authority which seems to have never been taken seriously against the grain…’
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‘tactics followed since birth for many of us scraped off the shoe in a time of needy betrayals and unfit figures taking turns or letting go once things turned sour as milked wounds pushed onto burn over sparking nerves left to drag the dark past open to flame on charcoal balefires scalding those persons who were often women in ages comparable to those cultures now who were wrongfully condemned to be put down after being chased and hunted usually as a game played by the richest for sport while few of those skills were able to actually apply as those same distracted eras thought to have separated completely from medieval times are that wrong, and far from truth as though gods would say anything was deserving of painful punishments that could ensure that death wouldn’t be quick…’
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‘casting that saturnalian cornucopia set short against a backdrop of Clemmons’ situational aesthetics in principle becoming action gashing out the eye of a preconceived notional taboo with the one long goddamn motherfucking pinkie nail that says …”maybe you will die from this or maybe you won’t” though survival leaves all sorts of scars behind into wounded truths half-abused to our deaths respectively wrongly conceived as badly running gag force fed what another’s understanding meant only to them beginning and ending as butcher and meat considered a crude symbiosis gory slick with blood and oils in a quicksand vacuum then of Manmade toxic creation after the fact it releases into a time-sensitive exhibit extolling virtues by the dozens and the vices wrapped up tightly nightly are over guilty feelings whose self-discipline makes for unique relationships between people…’
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‘motion digesting the moves as frugal centrifuge refusing to die with everything that can be spent its states of being lucid dreaming at rest at best questions unanswered confessing consequence by obliterating witness can dead or alive sometimes comes back to die again demanding the fall of corrupted elders in whose just was jest at best an arrest through answers too heavy to fathom to full content queasy even to nauseous revolt as the eye divine sees in vivisecting sways of color with this system’s use of words scratching wounds that don’t bleed but never heal to be the only thing revealing latter day half-truths as proof of whose dead eyes seeing the believing in full fruit dropping it once the bitter juice bleeds through condemning the natural witches’ brew underneath as cycles of demons disguised…’
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‘gathered opinion gone awry, but why wait for a why when sometimes the want is enough to start a reaction chaining some same such minds together at the concept alone as individual features become tangential angelic elements blessing lower forms of life living now with generations of alien consciousness locking up our systems with instinctual data casually foregoing that brains grey matter batters against the whipping winds of conformity domesticating as society dictates a person should be, though the trigger finger always rings true with shots fired shat-wise through the chaotic crowd in a haze of uncertainly valued self-sustaining attitude depicting a selfless abandon…’