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‘i am unclean down to the worse sense and it starts with ignorance on my part, and a lust which became my worst enemy as much my inner demon bared and revealed before my mind’s eye as worthwhile nemesis to have when the rest of civilization is still in a state of transition to some extent where there are still many casualties to that brutal and heinous abuse of trust which contorts the positive thoughts and vibration that friends would naturally share, enemies on the other hand bathe in mutual disgust for the other so much…’
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‘in the life of artforms, or what may be called a variation in technique and mediums as the movements inspire waves of ideas to materialize as representation of the particular symbolism taking root in the reality from the seeds of imagination into alternate conclusions between those visceral realities which manifest the procreative animals who fornicate and conceive a new organic portal, then from there the cloning occurs in such a way as to recombine the multitude of traits that differ among primary parental models who themselves are as imperfect clones of the system as well…’
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‘existence as a test of the more frictional parts of the real as reflections in a pool or a mirror provoking the images to move as vice versa the images have revealed what the beings do as they move, suprahuman all the way to whatever consciousness we perceive as god are forces immaterial but in no way diminished by the lack of a visible proof beyond tales of mythical origin each coming to fruition of truth as a single branch on this tree of life becoming a living thing that grows from conscious explorations in the dark matter of reality, and it is this which sparks electric the human into feats of strength and resilience as much as those most heinous and terrible acts…’
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‘the system and its members seeking out perceived justices that have nothing to do with the agenda of being human and preserving ourselves against the onslaught of bureaucracy that would choke us to death with amounts of the appropriate paperwork to fill out, and it is that we have blindness for minds as we allow a futile jump to conclusions occuring inside of our heads where worth and value become two separate flavors to idealize among the herd as the pasture grows thick with bodies over time as time comes… the degenerates play their last bets as safely as can be for the careless trying desperately to beat all fatal odds that dispense with the favors, going straight to the dark heart of social engineering and opportunism that trumps all other ideas of the big win…’
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‘the full throttle of a weekend good time, but little did the hint of haphazard human fallibility as it would be later known to the ever-inclusive ‘we’ ever shine through to the rational or practical views of what a ‘good time’ really consists of when the drugs are shuffled around among associates as complimentary acquaintances in stressful sequences of give-and-take condensed into those moments you never get back… the night loops back through to me in a memory state feeling heavy in the head barren of any simplicity beyond the momentary that fragments or recoils in horror at the human condition…’
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‘the functional adult is supposed to be able to care for others in the same capacity as caring for the Self implies while living in an existence of perpetual motion within organic machinery as the internal combustion clock reaches out to the edge of empty from this intellectual place Here, transmitting signals into and out from the void as prismatic vacuum recording all as it has occurred in time and space as two layers out of the many densities of reality present as the whole loops in on itself much like the example of the ever-swallowing Ouroboros seen from two dimensions, but reality plays tricks with us as we explore the vast richness from which we are the solid beings derived into this holographic destiny…’
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‘a greater structure meant to be in Here to maintain and struggle under the watchful eyes of mechanical angels and the street demons left alive after the meltdown becomes a rhyme we teach our own children in the line behind us as spawns of the next age of defeat and suffering implied… the collapsing reality of a bubbling crude politeness in the lieu of a fake political correctness that crushes our sanctity into place those natural and most fertile tessellations like smoking hate bombs utilizing most of our auxiliary energy bent to nefarious ends in themselves, and taking the whole mess with it into the wake of futuristic speculations that none of us seems directly privy to as information swarms and pulls at the subconscious states…’
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‘IT’ is that this machinery lacks from becoming a living whole in a retarded collective of urges on loan from the higher organisms that eat and feed on the soul watching with glued eyes as the human drama unfolds from life to life to change the bizarre ways of Mankind into a humanity worth developing further along the cosmic chain of events in time-honored traditions of the past, but legions open on the fringe hope that some slip or miss will occur to make the confidence loosen the skin bounded on bones with as limber hearts and muscles and tone can be aging the souls to shortened wavelengths all trying…’
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‘new motivation to try and make things different for the better that lies beyond temporary catharsis of a festival or carnival or circus… we need to go forth and start new towns where the states of mind we share are not just redundant chitchat to be had between friends and foes of enemies alike, the snappy patter of wit and ironic that has boiled down to inane and brainless immersion into empty quotes and vapid anecdotes that describes a life meant to adapt to the picaresque inertia we have allowed ourselves to forget so that we may return from the shambles once we get there, but what of those lost souls who will never grow up to be the people their kind have anyways wanted them to be?… we are all developing apart and as a whole…’
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‘unwanted bugs forced out by a poisonous poultice that acts as a harmful gift with a limited scope of blessings while reacting allergic behind the scenes as an ally to the more “humane” methods of killing off insurgents in a given region, we could study all day the habits and flaws of the populace in general even though nothing could ever really save us from their problems except for compassion in the strictest sense, and that would mean an overhaul of the insult culture we have come to know and love and hate with a kind of sense of passion that throws the conformists off their chairs in whining gobs like mad infants…’