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‘people take the orders that make them monsters as a world that ignores the pain and the grief as much as it can tolerate before breaking the humans and other parts into waste that gets recycled as paste into the soylent green dreams of apocalypse visions mutating both participants and observers in abstract ranges of depths creating the obnoxious regulars that stem from these ritualized realities all butting together as homogenous picture, as nothing that really matters can be called ‘shit’ by those who endeavor to realize more about what it is they desire even when disastrous desire turns sadistic as games layered…’
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‘fear and tragedy reign down upon a lost people whose glimmer of happiness lies in the reductive value acquired by material abject given more credence than ones who make and produce through the inspirational dynamic aspiring to be or do more with the limited time Here among the cycles of shaped organism spinning like webs of knotted organic chains with words of advice disguised by the propagandese of the proper authorities sporting distortion like a knife slick with gore and gleam of battlefields heady with the spirit of war, and modern warriors now walk brainwashed rushing to the fore of an ideological warfare fanned by the flames of any direct conflict that wanders their way…’
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‘for a leader or a guide that will serve us respectfully as much that we should do the same, but can it be so terrible to be kindness out of the depths of one’s own heart in uplifting another to their highest potential in the same breath condemning one’s own faults and flaws and follies as well to shift blame to a martyr mode whose scapegoat role assumes all responsibility similar as negative attractor amidst the throes of a passionate argument where all witnesses create a circuit commanding an emotional value within the cosmic sequences we have shared with each other… no Mankind is an island united by discretion taking things too far it seems interpreting the dreams narcotic to enslave humanity in an ever-tightening series of aromatic chemical chains to placate our animal names never known…’
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‘errs disgust and vaporous trails of distrust to sedate and complicate the lives of the brave few who would do anything for you or i or anyone else worthy of being treated this way out of genuine charity as compassionate center of an uncertain humanity yielding to truths sometimes too terrible to be able to mention politely as a policing and judging minority takes your actions at face value, and maim the rights and privileges that hardly a day goes by that isn’t filtered through fear involved in maintaining any one of these things to become a fully participating human doing without need thinking as autonomic reflexes reconnoiter the smooth ideals from the hands of their creators to a harbinger of havoc and mayhem once leaving the static station free of any potential stress to be relieved…’
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‘the misery and muck of details building up this persona perceived as a being for all the supposed charms and flaws as already set in place to resist all the tastes of the majority who do not care at all for the individual taking steps in making one’s own personal kingdom with pride… a teasing victory as problems come to those who don’t ever need them when the ideal vision was first planned to succeed but without any of necessary precautions taken to defer the momentum of so many differing components coming together at once as disparate parts and particles shocking tradition into creating something new that can sometimes only be visualized upon a periphery of the observable symptoms invested into this reality as staked a claim pledged not for the slaves whose lives wane from enduring…’
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‘awareness of the harm possible to others of us not used to the torment or suffering utilized as tools of a subtle social manipulation through the vicious etiquette of torture in tune with the cruel fits of Mankind… not allowing enough breathing room for the few of those left not waving their flags or the other conformist paraphernalia giving up their public permission for the shit to keep washing over us to train the masses to be scared and stupid with the distinct purpose to not question those orders given even those rules shifting and changing at a moment’s notice as within our modern police state, but that a will of a people is not now so easily domesticated…’
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‘expand the consciousness whose forms do not matter as much as they do to those of a thought and thinking soon realizing their limited view at least that is an ideal hope leisurely approaching the truth with an openminded idea of reality and excuse sometimes abuse making blurry for us to measure or reassure one another, and while hedging any bets on those sure things yet to pay off in the long running down of a dream becoming the top of the cheap and the used as too confused to develop any higher than this larval frame of hive patterning our minds to some supposed holographic realm of the serene that was in place before we arrived to chop away at a previous living system to replicate and assimilate it into our own ways as the details…’
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‘we remain faithless dissecting questions the pieces of this dream allows us to see taking an insight from the random distress as it flows through us like water and it tugs and transmits what we may assume to be instructions to restoration of greatness, but this seems more like fairy tale woven over the barest essentials to speak deeply to our personal sense of humanity as it can perceive things beyond ourselves into creating connective bonds between our needs and our precariously-balanced environment allowing communication when the winds of change are right and various unknown stars seem to align with the righteous forces working in our favor even as we try to be wary of all the villains…’
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‘we choose to go as noted in our collected articles of fascination left behind in a wake of constricting morality accompanying the actions collected as aggregate tones of experience that drive this mutation deeper through the Self to which we conceived, the loss of a goal like a forsaken treasure whose taste is a quality derived from other qualities appreciated for many reasons throughout the passing of time in this place we may call ‘home’ though changes with the many seasons that compel us year by year in the ever-changing day marching behind us and those yet to appear urging us forward to fathom what depths we are driven to conquer with our meddlesome insistence prevailing… beast flung ahead of the mind as we are propelled like missiles occasionally with sets of instructions…’
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‘this great consciousness sized to fit a manic blur indescribable from outside as one must move inside of the storm in order for a truer extent of understanding this thingdom to be realized from within as the sacred chaos it is roiling and boiling out a stew of energies and the battles for integration both materialized and metaphysical… the dope of this matter is simple as the words that fall from our lips with hip reappropriation of statements made cliche by our modern standards as the bar and boundary for a mortal moral significance sedating authorities with dosages of a humane helplessness and humility to tranquilize this active massive hive brain that swallows its insane as a whole within the rest of the fold of dysfunctional citizenry standing by watching this soft parade pass…’