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‘the Robot gets hungry and cries out at the unforgiving work load that each one of us has to carry around until death or debt relieve this experiential burden committing itself to the living vessel bequeathed from birth as this single elemental authoritative weight, and never letting up pressure as everyone must allow the chains and anchors to force those loyal to the body into a stooping posture as a means to track us easier for the general managers abuse our static time and money and royalties used against us on proposed efficiency of more and better profits… on a trail more esoteric perhaps, we are bought and spent before before the work is even done as we squish closer together in proximity…’
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‘digested by the world around us… urban or rural, inside or outside the Hub, where do you want to be when you grow up?… feminine energy wants to interrelate with others while masculine energies want to penetrate these trivial matters, but the tiny televised voice deep down informs us to feel guilty over questioning the authority of the corporate lords of aMerika whose systems have allowed for the diffusion of accountability over numerous faceless people like the selves we never know personally… some trick of the mythos somewhere lifelike but unaware as human beings except for the rare few that can make a handful last for days as they get around the world learning useful moves that will one day win the war in for one way or another…’
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‘with vampire teeth setting sail on the open see of people to steal and suckle from the weaker things in this species while they can get the most for their intermingled energies, and only while another large percentage of humanity can turn a blind eye to its own kind for the most part allowing the suffering of all the intrusive royal examples made centuries old before that political system swallowing all of us Here with its waves of misdistributed wealth among the classes at work as those social forces in the world… in a primeval example of hive mind beast-in-the-human animal kinds of power struggles for which many real myths are devised from tandem realities developed over centuries…’
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‘as avatars from the mark of a deranged group of minds while the past making waves ripple out further Here in the future where restless are the spirits as that now the nowhere has come around to offend the arch-evil with a new approach and a rationale to an old problem that has occurred before this… the felling of the established paradigm of authority after the shine has worn to a rusted collapse as the machine buckles against the vibrant positive energy of the social mind that meets at grand cross-sections of people, the classic model is one that states eventually the sudden changes resurrect a hierarchy working out of sight to achieve greater goals inclusive to a few who might think they know what is best based upon a pointed opinion without any actual participation…’
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‘crash landing on Wall Street this past September 17th, the baying of the capitalist pigs has sunk to a new low so the people had no other choice than to retaliate in the most obscure and peaceful way possible, and they flocked to this cause young to aged alike on this first actual day of the occupation movement for most people as a worldwide solidarity began forming underneath the noses of those who might have seemed to lose hope for a new mission as some perhaps figured they would die before the next revolution came about… indeed some have died though not specifically as lost causes as many have written since grand time immemorial off into abyssal spaces of primal memory buried in the vast dark matter universe Here where the particles pulse and chime…’
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‘this life formed of egg and sperm as the breakdown or zero point perhaps for the organic life led to this day, and Here we meet again through the cacophony of the rational/ irrational arguments going on and off like switches between electric friends in empty rooms to lead the energies that flow like water back to the present tangential shapes that take place without the need for deed or reckless act…. only a certain amount given up for understanding the timing as it haunts the crevices of the reading brain in action as it analyzes what the filter allows to enter this mind, a distinct un-motion perhaps made even though i may seriously doubt that idea as absurd speculation on my part, and this is because the mind is organic portal grown with many cells …’
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‘way past truly skeptical truths that smother their worth… the game is restriction of senses and information that would allow a realized momentum of escape from this corrupted civilized structure that must include possession of a strong sense of self for too many of us, the passive doormat collection that serves as an international justice league just recently starts to bottom out from the silent economic terror that has been perpetrated by this deranged factionalization of society’s muscle without certain constraint that requires some form of necessary understanding before making actions in the steady slithering stream that flows from the constraints of the smaller pond or pool of “water” in its horizontal journey to the larger body…’
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‘redneck cultural terror fetish haunting the various tribes that have come together Here and at once, but not for the show only to grow with the experience and intertwine with the gibbous moon shining down on those who but glimpse this… the magic of the carpet ride demands that the time machine be broken because the alarm is too much to wake the dreamer out of fits as a tendency towards the somnambulate sleeping standing up for what is write, but silence rails against the disused and unfathomed on this phantom parallel we seek to describe Here although we have no necessary words to use in this improvisational cryptic script, the casual Luddite perhaps or some other anachronistic dandy in charge of nothing else but one’s own life… a poetic diatribe that eats the mind…’
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‘the animal urge produces no synergistic commodity, but instead an art of shuffling all of these objectified lives around us and even our own sometimes, sucked into the maelstrom at levels that reach beyond the soul and even this conscious awareness of our eventual oblivion… it tricks us and learns ways to get into our heads disguised as divine madness, but perhaps this is the repercussion of cultural changes as depicted by the artists and scribes divine in some way that eludes the direct mention under fearful oppressions that whine like a siren, that of the oppositional tool in the midst of a proactive awareness that sees only this excruciating cynical witty anomaly of human heredity and instinct… this animal trophy for a base opinion be quelled and dispelled of its fury in matchstick blaze…’
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‘there’s that old life challenge again to meet death in full frontal glory no matter what the price it rears in the end when the cost is that of the catastrophic life equation cast aside at swift liberty… the body reaches out but only a pitiful expectation returns to the fools that take their time too seriously in this the gloried hole where the inverse of wholeness plays a role in conception to this very cautious assembly of parts in control, but does that even stop us at all from thinking like we are the forces of control merely because we have independence through consciousness… though, where does even that come from i wonder aloud, and sit uncomfortably in my chair as i am aware of being oddly unaffected to some level in this… the vessel underneath…’