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‘forcing the “rats” to make due with their miniscule chunk of the cheese, moldy instead of golden but still a fool’s eager march into the maw of the mutilating machine that wealth has become, and those with their actual gold buy a way to make the others feed their hungry cannibal tendencies which is the real purpose they seek… not equality with their relations, but some sinister will to move primarily to get ahead on this horizontal material plane forgoing the real need to grow into the vertical space, filling out the gaps nonetheless between the spiritual and the material spark that is caught enacting an electric ritual that provokes and shocks the system into movement like a cattle prod thrust into the mewling infant…’
out of Context;
‘humanity’s desire to be freed of those ego-driven chains that seem to bind the less kinky of us into screaming madness waiting to die on this odd suffering sliding chute downwards into the big empty… the cycles turn quicker as the massive mandatory act processing of the individual seems to run aground again and again in this grinder-like situation we all have been spawned to accept as given, but we are the magical magnetic creatures who can see the emotional flow inside of a soul, made to give in to the most eloquent expanding nature as it envelopes everything within it…’
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‘the religiosity of some people outweigh the possible compassion for an honest greater good because the former lines pockets with this Taker wealth hard-won on the blood of all native peoples, from Roman to Catholic there was never any real love for the human creature except in the rare instances of a few genuine popes and ministers outnumbered by the corruption ever-present in a cruel world, and yet these other atrocious individuals call into play the polite veneer of the politician or diplomat trying to coax converts on a regular basis over to their side of an argument too far gone to be anything other than a subjective reality… jesus as an eso-terrorist…’
out of Context;
‘our destiny is not so easy to make real in practice with all the modern distractions pulling in at one’s mental and physical resources all the time in this on-off universe of hemorrhagic cosmic confusion… are we god, do we worship a god, what is god?… but these are only a few random questions that are in there on the parallel timing cycles on repeat for us all to hear over the loudspeakers like the modern fabled parable or mantra that will take us to heaven if we trust in the message without figuring it out, over however many lifetimes it takes to learn the lessons…’
out of Context;
‘subdued by the established notions that we are totally helpless to our meaty and over-serious issues as posed by the adult populace we have become a part of when the self-awareness reaches that most critical point in time, a subtle triggering mechanism to many of the organic splendors in life as the blossom breaks open to either sun or moonlight, but the streaming dreams fill in the blanks faster and faster as the whirling coaster shakes us off one at a time… what a dark, little ride this is, my friends… we should all be so lucky to feel the pain of happiness and the uplift of practical disappointment when all else fails…’
out of Context;
‘deriving pleasures from the decrepit and lonely even if only inside of their bedrooms of ivory suburban towers about to collapse from the changing world striking lightning upon their sacred structure wet in the appetite once the digestion has it in its swallow grip a shallow grave into which those indifferent beings are flipped… as the sacred begin gathering for an evening of the newborn annual rituals to again pivot upon formal format of the social breakdown as made into oblivious yearly calendar sequence to party the night away, where people degrade themselves as puppets to the fascist state from which history has compiled its survivors to be lead around by their psychopaths and a sociopathic corruption of the human trust sequence as evolved through the brink of distinct extinction of various other traits…’
out of Context;
‘awareness for logical conclusions to which would naturally allow the stable ideas of liberty that can bring most of us together instead of driving ourselves apart… the mechanical lust that has forced our hand to throw down the gauntlet in protection of the raping machine as the faceless progress rolling over a humane organism whose corpse need not appear dead at all Here even as the chrome and wires and circuits raise hell all over the flesh like a bad scene from Superman III perhaps, an aw-shucks-to-position oneself condemning the more protozoan of us to death everlasting in a very base assessment of pure logic and absolution by riddle, but my thoughts and words are merely conjecture until proven as otherwise or until fear has pried loose the truth from cold dead hands…’
out of Context;
‘it is this day that commemorates the “innocents” thus sacrificed as holy martyrs in regards to karmic debt in the rest of us as we all pay it forward to the future hopes that people will not be sealed in some small boxes so as to lighten the load of humanity’s baggage as though our enjoyment endorses the suffering of the other in opposing energistic device as we experience this in the Here and Now, but we cannot allow ourselves to see past a hazy set of “laws” that are now slightly offset from the rest of reality because of the weight in their approved curiosity by whole of the populace at large… we keep rocking steady with a minimum of energy expulsion because we are such whores for this dead-end currency that allows us to be…’
out of Context;
‘to shock and amaze you with my strength and skill even as i deny myself the praise that naturally involves the person this way to behave, but i relent Here as this is my space where the mind can dispose of its weight in the possibility that any one person would read this trash is an ungrateful fate… this opinion masked in words that disguise the acts as they occur to in fact blur the lines between exact and vague restriction with the chemical plastic symbols at my fingertips slightly constricting my movements on the keyboard that opens these gates to the greatness…’
out of Context;
‘the English monarchy had it this way and the corporate scum have followed suit in the new ages since the industrial revolution last, but sometimes a fifth of scotch given out to couriers since those long lost olden days where people thought that gatherings would be pleasant through the bitter reunions as the “day of goodwill” commences among the holiday crushed Here in a human side to reality’s cold sting… still a part of the unholy shopping fury that comes in the season of Grummet afterward in which people seem to reconcile between the materialistic and spiritual aspects within their own true nature, in the aftermath of an annual mass consumption of goods and services where gods are praised but in which few are very relevant to a modern situation these days…’