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‘breaking some obscure boundary, the horizon line at once seen in the distance by the naked eye while the artist inside tries to achieve a new view of these complex designs as they move through the nude reality unanchored by life, but scavenging tricks of the tragic age massive with movement as the agonistic bodies disenfranchised with this subdue of the hemorrhagic imagination calling into response ability the blood and the gore in understanding what magic it is we are creating…’
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‘lost to all these other forces at work as their truths come first amongst this more studious tedium steady as some stronger than average bonds are created between those various selves inside people… the shaman of shame have spread their servicing disease far and wide with the fellow peddlers of a mystery too trivial and specific to be mistaken for wisdom bought and sold to whoever is randomly willing to fall for the tricks and the gimmicks, anchored to the decisions we make by the drugs we take as the fools we become stay kids all along in our lives trying by force to control this ideal “growing-up” hole we are buried into…’
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‘the people pining for a truth that makes sense amidst all those wholly bankrupt and deteriorated taking their cues from the wasted who feel no one else worthy enough to have faith unless invested in material gain, a Midas and Judas myth made one and the same by the blurring lines affixed by the expert opinions of an idiot misogynistic patriarchy shooting us into oblivion if we stick to their traditions of hate that cast the women aside… this sickness from within as the insects of psychology infect us with doubt…’
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‘long trailing off into the man-made horizon now a sea as each person is a pilgrim in life’s pilgrimage toward true glories unknown until the journey ends for those heroes involved who had taken the steps with a courageous sight beyond even faith as resort of support quietly moving eye of the storm when struggle sunders all around like pendulous blades grinding the meat through the machine… we all want the good dreams at our feet to whatever whim there is at a beck and call waiting to perceive something real beyond the shitty feelings…’
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‘to look forward to in this present existence with many a vague mystery in mind to evoke a new future where no more do we need to insult each other, where the awkward sting of a verbal missile fired off from the mouth of idiots leaves no other scar than a busted gut from laughter instead a slaughtering salvo to which clears the room of positive spirits, but we are always developing our personal skills as people interacting with people in the social circuit running deeply which is why it is ludicrous to think that these negative projections can go on much longer without awareness of their devastating impact…’
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‘bitter idea swallowed pill supposed a better of all options considered Here where casual cruelty reigns free from the err as clusters of people banish each other in sarcastic curses from seeing truths… an inkling of things to come as those whose abuse runs deep under sleeping skins as cells collected collection of skills and talents to impart to the willing recipient of these gifts manifested like mission statements declaring the objective in hundreds of differing ways…’
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‘those ready to plummet are convinced of the lostness within them even as others would perceive another rare glimpse inside through insights dividing the practical individual from the madness of the creative drive whose urge edges closer through the random acts of abused flesh attempting some defense of a private kind, holi-dazed glaze over all eyes of the blinded can perceive tugging at the violence a cyanide Christ and his devil bunnies queer with their lazy approach empty by rote…’
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‘to defend from the ignorance insulting this feast for the senses cradled in every word and phrase, to delight or betray with stylized stolen frames of mind to mock the lies behind shallow guises as social affair ritualized, but what of the subtlety of thought mutating these perceptions considered insulting by the naked mind dragged away by the visions too stark and cold to be only for show embedded within synchronizing the dwindling fragile remains of time we have left choosing conformity over this font of knowledge made real…’
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‘beyond the cusp as a youth hostage facing toward terrible truths, we always yearn to know more whether through feelings of guilt or curiosity makes no difference as the innocent inner child stays intact questioning all throughout what most of the growing pains are all about in becoming the idealized version of ourselves at the adult stages, but not all the spotlights will shine upon these actions living on a fringe peripherally as the egocentric mind hovers above these trivial statements of fact that no one wants to hear straight ahead but in a rigged entertaining method to sway public opinion distracted… inspired by the subconscious fray we all find ourselves within…’
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‘pushing all the timid clones along to meet the cliff’s edge where true satisfactory testing begins with the leap of faith to trust yourself that this isn’t going to be the absolute end finishing off everyone who did not pass the first time through, but still your beating heart for one more cautious moment to see who you are that you are not a mere living machine meant for hard labor while the rest of humanity teases oodles of commodities from your worth and value as attempt to be more than the animal…’