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‘as that purity sought after by the cult of innocence long thought lost to the humanity that there needs to replace crude connection subtle beyond the hope for love’s embrace disturbingly retained and the elusive romantic yearning in whose hearts we give our everything… but which drain our energy when the formula has been tampered with from a birth sliding to the open womb as the martyrs slip into new inhabitation though a coma we must now call our ‘home’, as the dreaming filters out those vivid and vibrant skills and traits that filter as we explore the myriad of what interests us each individually pursuing a mystery for ourselves for which many may never be solved…’
out of Context;
‘the sheep lords who dine like wolves as they hide their real lips as they’re speaking, lip servicing to be in sync with the rest of the lobotomy straining making thoughtless corpses of vibrant stain as propped upon human being made misshaped of reason in the ablyss sucking the words from right out of our mouths as we labor vainly this vanity of shame lazily to be passed around from one trusted host to the next, but endorsed by very few as the collected tear wears thin in spinning propaganda webs of deception creating humanity’s flocculants without fail…’
out of Context;
‘to wield change for enlightenment like scripture of feats to socially assume the roles we play to fit like twelve ignorant apostles seated around your jesus christ waiting to die while the depicted supper seems to last forever… questioning whether we can ever make respectful appeal to the spirits that lurk just inside of what we consider ‘food’ no matter how diverse and strange the range may be to those who don’t give even a second thought to or respect for the novel flavors just outside of the experience gained to be retained and savored…’
out of Context;
‘we rely upon information flowing subtly throughout either or both the conceptual and material interminably linked in a process of experiencing itself for more than just the machine-made archetypal mechanical dreams… pulling the irrelevant items away like weeds from the hidden potential confused as dark matter or energy charging these manifestations around us, digging up the treasures from this raw earth as independent peasants paying their way out of the countryside set as ignorant heathens whose fealty is let loose to overpopulate this a feral world, and taking over the future…’
out of Context;
‘symbols and signs littered in every aspect of the human travail building up to aspects which vent the pressures of this human motile machine as animal coming to terms with itself as much as the states of awareness and ego either housed or sheltered within, a body moves in mysterious ways that can only be defined once the act is done and the intellect is left reacting to a force of whatever the collaboration between intuition and instinct to which ends our mind may use reason and logic no matter how ill-conceived to justify any and all of the actions made…’
out of Context;
‘is it that absurd to believe that time travel is capability through death’s passionate throes as means to escape in this futile sense the present qualities of constriction that some of us DO experience beyond the common acceptance of mere physical senses representing our reality, a rare few of us are capable of seeing much further into the vast expanse while in this human form than many other people trying to feel and understand what it is that is exactly visible as in how much it differs from the rest…’
out of Context;
‘at the bottom of this gravity pulling us Here from a panopticon into which we do not know where what concepts like these are to represent throughout the great cosmic mystery of this holographic universe constantly working its’ magic on us all, driving some of us in the discovery of and curiosity for happiness as both a selfish image and for bettering the whole of civilization into surviving further this future than even we cannot foresee in unsure pursuit of whatever might seem special…’
out of Context;
‘to collapse this suffocating storytelling mode… what it chokes is the brain through subtle waves penetrating no matter the membrane as outer layer to skull and bones where there is no reinforcement can be offered against these radioactive fires alight in the social darknesses to which we have all succumb, built around to watch and play witness to shows that barely interact when compounded with commercial insult to brain-damaging injury as our pineal shrinks and calcifies like the rest of us in time to our dying heartbeat…’
out of Context;
‘more than some caustic vibration taken as the occasional assault on words and their heaving mention arguing the case for people’s dissent and rebellion while the murderers rarely stray from the path they’ve always taken leaving this humanity a stricken beast to persist in moving the chariot forward, and the heft of this particular scope takes not into account the demeanor of the working class as these people who labor in vain to give others the better parts of themselves for the short times we all have left Here if we do not realize we have the Opportunity…’
out of Context;
‘through open space in waves of motion as a conscious continuous light… flying on through dimensions without a form constraining this complicated atmosphere into a dense complicity and collaboration among all the forces at work Here as the secret understanding filters in subtly throughout this system, all as particles that contribute to being the unique cohesive entity requiring some owned sense of value inherent to an individual donation of a piece of the whole story in one person’s embodiment…’