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‘random vapid excuses all stitched together as quilted mistakes in personal responsibility gone astray, but the realizations we are forced to learn merely make us resentful deeper down in our soul if the pressure was put upon us by people believing themselves better or truly more aware than we who are roaming the streets ready to tear off a chunk of some fecal-breathing machine that tries to act the tough human even though it is not too wise to push other humans around like you own the place unless you accept responsibility for your actions… patience or a lack thereof slows a progress down to a snail’s crawl as drama flares up in spurts that force us to act out of turn with the rest making spastic dancers of a few among the restless…’
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‘a cruel world like this is not diseased or tainted by the affects of those tools abused for selfish purposes when the few that are capable have become corrupted by a limited view of any truth that serves only self-interest to purge the rest of the system of supposed false beliefs lying in wait to ensnare and deceive converting us into a group of liars whose lore makes prophet of the winning opportunist, and Here i am typing in tongues speaking as if the world were some solid state of order instead aware of the tiny shifting sands constantly keeping us upon our toes even when obligated to tow the line in the epic tugs of war ringing bells and dangling puppet rulers momentously strung along though accords to be pulled to get ejected out of planes…’
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‘being tossed around like debris caught and launched in rag doll circles shaken to ever more confused traces of this conditional presence residing Here lost among the other zombie drones moving in time with the biologic clock of terror ticking down the moments as they flux and waver not always assured of what is really going on, but we are free to choose and make choices as we see fit even if these quasi-retarded fits become crucial fixes to retain some personal semblance of control that ideally will never be disposable like the things we consume so easily with what remains left a sodden mass for generations to come swimming through the consequential waste as collateral to the finite chase of childish sport pushing others to force their hands to abort this cycle of menace…’
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‘against the strength of collective say swaying opinion and our ideas of ourselves so out of proportion with the general law crushing out our instincts from those it chooses to use intellect instead though at the expense of compassion either way as babies fed onto the conveyor belt whims of society left to fend through those mentors and friends until these loathsome mires and pits of inviting the degradation and depravity open up as we have had enough of their obnoxious facets… but we are the real fascists set on making everything more than it seems to be if only for our own gratification selfish in the long run as plans for maintaining control further as this humane illusion Now threatening the suspect agents of fortune who maybe can work with our collected best interests in mind…’
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‘a reluctant donor to risk when fear is allowed to rule over our lives keeping us from the full experiences of living, and we push the buttons and are stepping upon nerves crackling the eggshells glued together as amended by the wayward uses that people have for each other in this messy existence pining for credibility sometimes when least expected because of the surprise disguised inside the kinds of creatures we can be to see fragments of the surging cosmic filament warp and weft those uniting our collaborative depths and dissected from a whole by some of us that view control as a defining pieces and the parts from the rest… to wed a fervor for science as base to a zealous will of religious imperiousness as emotional alchemy to span the remains of these aeons left…’
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‘feeling absolutely helpless and yet aggressive about it, craving to take from other people what they have as a source of selfish exploits that often times lead to nonsense conclusions for the ones trying to cover their tracks with steaming piles of bullshit thinking this is the way it has got to be as we were all falsely made to believe rising up from primordial sensations to self-awareness while in further complications to assert which of these various lines leads to your desires as when queued up and jammed against other parties that bring the noise as much a light pollution degrading us all to cling to an ideal of balance as the truest of factors absorbing one’s ambitions for better things, but on a trail of tears that never seems to stop in the tight traffic…’
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‘lesion in the minds of a reinforced conformity with a bigger contingent of the populace moving in a uniform fashion than we may think similar to villi squeezing and pushing us through as though autonomous mob mentality digesting the future while from the present time periods in motion are sorting pieces within this cosmic transit system pushing along, a finger of doom pressing those buttons both of the chemical brain and the nervous character polarized by this awkward attack to understand this physical presence taking on new details as they appear and are relevant to the rest of the current message always muttered under breaths in words untethered to any source of the material, and the mind transmits alternate patterns to create dimensions from this beast as resides in the flows and eddies of potential energy…’
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‘tactics sour to a humanity that birthed them from chaotic swirling sea of human activity translated into multiple directions of attention brittle at once as they seem supportive to these different ideas of a self pulled out from the womb where the tiniest microcosms of life have the chance to evolve beyond cold material awareness lodged in the bowels of animal existence shifting and quaking constantly, panic is attacking loudly without a reach to calm or curious affectation once all of the dust settles clear finding victory with whosoever steps forward first from clashing energies as witnessed by only those whose eyes can see the images lingering after invisible waves reactive have distorted enough of the pictures biased minds choose to be revealed as the harmony of creatures in which life and living is the magic…’
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‘observing harsh sagas of mortal life urged to aid when and once within view of the problem to probe deeper than the darkest void resembling a mirror to reflect the demons of humanity, typhoid fairies spreading the filth flit about toxic invisible pockets in parallel to our own visceral reality though fully found where only as gods and monsters dwell through the particles of dream giving birth to you or i and the esteem we must grow of our own travels as learning about who we are going to be once we get to that dead end road, but insight spurts out like a poison in your throat once the intoxicating indoctrinations begin to seep into thoughts your head has hidden Now infecting the system with distrust and disgust…’
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‘fine line crossed between friends as enemy voices trigger guilt and self-loathing next to second guessing how these truths used are those that define who we believe the individual to be as more than merely some lonely creature wandering around deserted by the real within once confident of plans made that we figured were right to ourselves anyway… while seeming so glorious to walk these streets that glimmer with a supposed bloody hope set free teasing our senses back to thoughts whose questions lift one outside the unusual trip that most masculine misogynist pigments of imagination have stubbornly maintained as any waves of intellectual truism setting about to change in this paradigm have been violently opposed by the ignorant human animals…’