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‘this is not the point at all instead arriving at distraction ourselves as we see the reality before our eyes and mentally eviscerate the resemblance that hits our distaste button… we incinerate the incredible world around us, tearing down what cannot grow back so easily while at the same time reproducing more and more into oblivion as the mass sacrifice becomes greater and greater when those dead inside believe they have won, but the human crush lusting freedom cannot escape the thirsty causes erupting from destructive leisure initiating the productions of the subdued thrills to pull the violently degraded wool over half a millennium’s generations of lies coming together at once…’
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‘distractions to kill off the remaining few who can actually do something for themselves, we are tricked into thinking this sheltering ray of false hope is the god’s honest truth through and through, and this might seem to limit our skill of finding self-worth where the need for self-confidence arises between employee and employer in their shared and hopefully symbiotic relationship to one another… a mutual benefit that might recall a certain form called serfdom, and at what cost the levels of comfort we try in vain to indulge before a godless systematic end in less than pleasant confines at best, oh the dread that closes this slight gap between the being as human and the human as being machine the ideal goal of this profit/ comfort-driven mortal called employer… most commonly the Man who holds all…’
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‘easily exonerate the selfish trends in human cruelty instead as we can try to repent but the sinners aren’t real, only used as a gimmick as antagonist to force us all to pay dearly for our shame and guilt left as residual paranoid indoctrination… between nothing and hope lies the ouroboros spinning out of sight except in the imaginal margin that makes up the outer periphery of reality, these symbols can try to unlock the mystery further with their metaphysical counterpoints, but is unusual among such passive beasts as ourselves when we declare our united competence yet complain still so frequently without the requisite changing of our collective outlook on irrational stupidity… it teases to mentality almost universally that dire urge to conform to the rhythm of universal harmony that can unobtrusively impulse us all…’
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‘something cthonic, even with hideous ideas of cosmic evil that Lovecraft unleashed into the grand subconscious stream when using the adjective, comes from the dark unknown underneath which it was erringly changed to mean the depths of the sea at first perhaps before the outer space was a reference last… the hive demonic intelligence is our own at one end of the spectrum, related to the hive mind of the human animal that pushes us out so many clones in line with varying directions of motion throughout our lives on this planet, and yet no matter how we might beseech the system it will not yield to our frequent harangues for argument…’
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‘as these portals are also the gateway to untold ages of darkness and treachery… only if we keep preventing our gods from becoming artists in the human realm with all the rest of the toys on display finding their roles to play so artfully rendered, but what teases us out of our cages, there are dead ends in the mind that no one cares to witness on anything other than an experimental basis with no expert doctors on the panel to preserve the results… no, my friends, it all gets thrown to furnaces again to start this whole misshapen mass ever over again to try making something different perhaps… playing out so many of the different possible aligning options as we are one by one, defined by qualities we find it a puzzle almost impossible to define…’
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‘the subject of this particular rejection, we see the movement on for one obnoxious concept to the next in a degenerating procedure meant for very few humans in the near future who will approve of the speeches made Here… the milked glandular problems of the mental ferocity thinking on the dead awake and screaming, but we will have none of it in this life we are living as though we have never lived before this which i feel is false to forgive in this plastic test tube of a system, an organic and sloppy portal wet and dreaming of somewhere to stick it in with all the rhetoric laid like bricks against this wall i have built with bitter strength with my own hands in the dark…’
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‘a veritable Babylonian fall to earth for the billions of skill sets out there, but hardly a job or role that fits quite as well as the freedom to do what one wants to do as though an exegesis to this materialist world we have left be taken for granted by too many generations that there was ever any future to see at the end of this road paved with gold, the black blood of the earth used run our engines of destruction for experimental purposes of the dim and retarded who have their pick of enemies in this distracted land of weakness and bravery that tries to pretend as though saints might walk among the saved for a change in the miserable life we all participate and allow to happen…’
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‘the worth you diffuse like an unholy aura without need of light becomes too much for the mortal to bare when the demands far outweigh the fair use acting as a buffer, all stiff barriers fall over eventually worn down because of their standard of vertical angle all straight and narrowed like the mentality of those who are worthless once the points are blunted… the forces around us are irregular and conform to no specific erosive quality as they break the bonds of all kinds without qualifier, to assume a particular station of standardization is folly and dementia as that too cracks and falls apart under the strength of the changing motions of the mob that cannot see the good snakes for the bad ones as they drive the system to cleanse itself…’
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‘shedding the tyranny at the outside world lives locked away in the dark spiral universe of cruelty, and a sun bathed red in the blood of the men as they would die fighting as slaves against the sudden and hard-wrought conclusions betrayed by fierce selves as zombies sway in the spacey golden sunlight haze… the culture eats its dead in cyclic recycled machine flares that roar and rumble through humble instinct trans-interpreted again from alternate scripts of binary numeric codes and cryptic glyphs, the fluid etheric emotion in troubled confrontation of complicated equations…’
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‘distilling of youthful and uncouth behavior reigns dominant as we grow into the human thing we have become, and are eventually going to utilize in each our own ways to shape reality to approval whether our own grown-up version of this as perhaps the collective image of right and wrong, though what if it were something more like this where we obey more than merely the conscious animal hive mind to keep warm when we are all truly one-of-a-kind explorers of “reality”…. whatever that ever was… same as it ever was… it is what it is… everything is everything… its all there, dude… the stalk of the wheat within the fields is an untrustworthy gauge by which follow, and too many unfriendly rats lurk…’