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‘filthy is a different brand of beast to burden upon oneself as only one sight into the dreamtime depth, though this as rigid outline to follow is not equivalent to instruction and must be met through this depth of one’s own experiences equipping a poetry wit and prose to the con game a crying shame of shear luck cutting off the ears and eyes that allow us to travel via our minds and imaginative springboards that launch some as methodical madness manipulates anal lunatics to lubricate the collusion of opportunists to cast out in socio-psychotic episodes others of a nature turned away by these new leaders of the “free world†too unable to trust one another to keep out of places they are unwanted just as they condemn the natives of lands they conquer…’
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‘we are the elemental butt of jokes made to our dissatisfaction by stabbing us through the heart as the abdomen strike used to fertilize the female bed bug through the evolved exceptions as a filtration system within that microcosmic turn of change preventing either bacteria fatal wounding and yet inseminating the body cavity in one traumatic stroke to perpetuate a species that has evolved with humans as one of many parasitic dwellers within and without us…’
out of Context;
‘approval in the harsh light of day where the authorities roam bestial like they’ve owned this place since forever had ever began though these creatures are merely authors given enough clout as privilege whose respect ones are born into now without having to prove their worth to the rest, but no doubt trials and tribulations abound though sometimes these challenges are left upon the back burner boiling to a stew and swelter until something else percolates to the surface as could be any number of things considered trivial by the general public that only the authors have foreseen as vision…’
out of Context;
‘vanish into the horizon line making politeness worthless under the inadequate conditions that breed darkness in us the germs and discomfort that control tries to restore through archaic means that do nothing but save face in the long play of life as a record to take note of the energy and followthrough while the terror at confrontation eats at our consciousness and creates dramatics shifting all people places and things over the course of these unfathomable and ineffable times and events in which we live…’
out of Context;
‘tragic realism as mission to explore the social mind further, and evidence for a truth is difficult to come by when one’s own senses betray the person through things of comfort and a familiarity adapted as ritual to conform one’s reality to that consensus soon willed forward by culture and an ideal of civilization that is not so civil as the wars created thusly are cruel reminders that society has a lot farther to go than Here…’
out of Context;
‘the resonating repercussions struck playing us against one another so convinced of our own righteous stakes to be claimed by these casually caustic voices who restrain us inside of our own heads through thinking in these uniquely individual states united by genetic dispositions and environmental equivalents of the sense of duty and honor that plague our offended egos, but subversive directions permeate the vastly stuffed reality into a pregnant and oversaturated compression that raises the levels of tension like the moon with the tides in repetition fully and unavoidably present in the suspension of disbelief Here too unorganized…’
out of Context;
‘mating whomever the vicious wish to split in twain once falling farther than the rites of passing on into rituals that inhabit our souls to bring about particular behaviors that match or further their desires or wants… as ghosts we do swarm like gnats gathered to be inseminated by information hearing new or good things that chime this bringing crimes of joy deep into our brainpans to summon the creations if needed to dispatch of some task that is uneasy for the human article born under many bad signs of which mortality is one though certainly not the most audacious grave-digging as the winds howling pitch and bend letting us know respect comes through blasts of intimidation…’
out of Context;
‘growth on the dark side born into the bright colors of that swirling sun and this galaxy the home to so many things that range the mystic scope of reality on into the extinctual or legendary status to be remade into yet another fetus with a chance at thrusting out externally, thus forcing selected orders out of the way as slates need to be blanked before the reset or reboot can begin to impel an event horizon to dawn anew instead of this glacial pace that seems to wither patience away to anger and frustration as painful moves are made and choices are betrayed for that unhealthy practice of hoarding whatever an individual besides yourself might need or want to keep to secure one’s own contented viewpoint oblivious to a large amount of the fascism…’
out of Context;
‘through artists and their art interpreting that stunted growth of the constant repetition in nature as the obstacles might appear hazily as though from a distance unable to be as measured until the external mode of reality is breached by these especially pointed objectives of life and light that absorb upon landing the rabid distinctions that can hastily pull people from one task to another in the blink of an eye… the debate raging onward…’
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‘affixed before it burns out with the white heat of opportunism run amok without the civilized drive that we speak of as being any superior function to these organic portals confused as computers at this level in development which is false as the flesh circuitry we are born with works on many subtle parts or subconscious layers that permit trivial variation, but only as long as the organism is not cut down or made to be in a detrimental state where very few items of sense float on as around these memories ebb and flux…’