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‘aspect to the greater Mystery holding us still in this life where communication is as vital as sustenance required through the food and water and other liberating libations that fortify the cellular membranes of integrity residing in an organism whose real goals must adapt to a practical conditioning in order to survive the modern world, but the creative lust is a passionate passage to the life more abundant which allows for us to make that personal exit from human fragility exploited by the arsenal of a Mankind’s gimmicks and distractions most of them used by those gathered together to thwart the constructive forward motion we have been tricked into thinking we still follow while luring us away from credible ideals to drown further in the cesspit of ignorance…’
out of Context;
‘certainty of insanity and a breakdown of communications we feel compelled to heal for our own good as well as the rest of the shared motley crew on deck to serve under commands of the righteous authority whose plans only include us as far we are with purpose setting a junk obstacle course in the path of any who follow too closely behind… we are observant of that it is through a series of details that words like ‘common sense’ makes aware for us to witness that which conflicts us against better judgments though not necessarily through judgment values that label us judgmental for the most of this cultural reverse psychology lodged in our thoughts…’
out of Context;
‘transmitting from the sealed chamber that when the cliche or argument is dropped straight on into politely casual conversation like a bomb, when it can be said as though nothing were meant by it at all as vapid excuse to excuse oneself from any minds able to perceive those underlying lines that achieve droll comeback that may stab just as deep or deeper as consequence of actions met by brute ignorant recourse for the offense that wishes harm just as harsh as that initial offending blow catching off-guard perhaps a slow wit or subject of stupidity for a fool can transmute these goods into bads and vice versa…’
out of Context;
‘none of us has to do a damn thing Here as regarding a need to be moralistically advanced in a right superior to be had as to boast that this particular person specially chosen for gifts and skills far ahead of the usual development cycles always in development whether through the furnace of hells undreamt of putting pressure on your heels slowing your rhythm as you walk strut or swagger to find your place anywhere in the mess, and repressed by the best of a them versus us because there is no trust or lost love digging to find the hate for our enemies trained a couple transmissions over the course of our lives at the period when there are few certainties anymore except the nostalgia that hits when broken phantoms appear…’
out of Context;
‘these are words written for you to see though not as a voice brought back to life from the dead souls now long lost detritus whose caustic breeze causes disease of the mind and the eyes and other senses locked into orifices in whose reach is limited by tragic obstacles that keep us ever under the close watchful devices that would soon assume to clear out all wonder and amazement for the gesture of journey as learned from the televised signals as opposed to any sensory interaction worth digging, dragons are trapped under the ice a glassy stare gloomy barreling through those surface impressions uniquely unaware as a soul is laid bare…’
out of Context;
‘within us there is always going to be turmoil until we are dead, but even then no guarantees as the insect appetites scramble to get what they can take out of our carcasses collected and moving living dead datas to their next levels to be reprocessed from the cage of flesh to digital sphere that resides parallel as that existence snug like a glove soon discovered the hands moving are deceased as there is no one individual mind boldly moving those parts for us as though the tyrant knows where we call home the mask of death wears our face and the common rituals and expressions that end up disposing of us when it has come time to confront one another, passing perilous threshold into the mists of memory forsaken the ones left behind shining…’
out of Context;
‘i have not thrown in my electoral two cents with any of those of the proposed candidates as none have the qualities worth this chance taken as opportunity to rule a “free†world as the opportunists have long controlled this old heathen realm by Now all terrorizers and vile servant snakes running some of the grassroots campaigns that have brought and been bought by the wicked who only wish to keep their world under a tight constraint while we as the children roam reckless from the heat of obnoxious transactions gone so rancid and reviled by the rest of the world populace… mingling their toxic concepts with heretofore accepted common sense sequences to create hybrids of madness and mayhem crawling like beasts from the body pit where we have tossed all of the useless…’
out of Context;
‘pyramid schemes that are worthless to those of us at the bottom scraping the barrel for more when what we get is less then becomes the least common denominator dominating impression amongst the people shone hologram passes to other worlds only ever dreamed because they lie dormant inside of us where body as mind has fused with the concept of mind as a body… sage advice only works for so long before irrelevance kicks in and exiles the remaining pockets of these ideas ascertained as fact while gigantic computers and monitors housed in secretive facilities have their say in this country’s protection through networks of a kind no mere human can fathom alone as information swarms all around us…’
out of Context;
‘the struggles never end Here where some would say the sidewalk ends though rainbows thrown afar into the winds that cast rain and storms and it even snows our way sometimes waist deep the further we go as impeded by the cold and ugly and indifferent attitudes as the change in seasons, we reason there are no reasons to go back when the track propels forward out of the darkness into the heart of the light as a diseased metaphor for the belief in an absolute of the infinite resource from which to draw all potential so it may become kinetic no matter what entheogen we take to enter the church of our subconscious motioning all the little sicknesses away because there is no use for us bowing down to weakness as though the only dominant force…’
out of Context;
‘the vanity in some creatures will only refuse to die if it has to be the sudden time to leave this mortal coil that sometimes wraps around our throats confusing these various interests we had before the collapse of both morals and a corporate ideology that has left us bankrupt and ruptured by all the cheap thrills corresponding with the cryptofascist miscommunication to impair the rational to find weakness moving with negative reinforcement all acting as impetus to deliver… a safety and shelter as sanctuary holding doors open for the budding saints we are trying to wedge what it is sanity has left ourselves terribly caught off-guard as an awkward means to an off-kilter end that sits and dreams waiting for the next arrival on this plane too bored to work…’