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‘teased and strayed away by the small-minded others trampling on this thing-that-feels… to understand with all our colloquial methods what abhorrent manners manipulated into being together trapped in pace with one another in a race that seems to start and stutter at random intervals as we tolerate this in the name of the chase, another displaced act of “mercy” from a faceless lord over the tiniest decisions and indiscretions that only one being can carry through when all around feels as oppressive from deceit and mistrust in the dirty pocket of humanity, and respect is well-earned by anyone that can handle the burns from these ropes as they are used to bind and gag that single cloud of happiness you were riding to show you this… the cruel world in all its tasteless travesty…’
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‘we have reached the apotheosis of that era of unbound discovery, now we have to explore those details further within the actual meat and marrow of the attitudes we take for granted… we laugh at others because we are so used to the role of the fool as a comic relief, but we don the serious apparel of the magus or magician when we want our understanding and focus to be respected, this is when the insult stings most and becomes a violence that reaches deeper than any cut or bruise… lingering long after the mortal wound as the person craves equalization or restored balance for the act which throws so much out of alignment, and so vengeance is the natural corollary to these injured feelings…’
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‘this is the civilized thing to do perhaps, to just give up and realize what we are, and what we are doing to ourselves and the planet as long as we are Here… the terrible wants that our humanity has allowed to spawn, has instilled within our latest brand of humanity a sense of paranoia for protecting the self that has never been quite as defined as it is now, and we are afraid of anything differing from what we are familiar with might entail for us personally… use of the so many different things to distract our attention from what stares at us from a million miles away, the sedation of humanity has been a disjointed endeavor that never quite works as fully as the powers that be might wish…’
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‘more than just some hatched cthulhu muffin of insidious and delightful cake tasty goodness wherein the diamond-shaped world of sugar has struck more than a few dead from weakened immunities and harsh biological erosion on behalf of these glass-like insoluble edges as they cut through precious blood cells stricken with diabetes either from birth or over the years of steady consumption as the body rejects our sickening fixation on sweetness, and that is not even going into the starchy heart-clogging processed bread dust with fewer than few nutrients like the sugar, woe be to those whose battles against these ever-present foes has been constant and hungry and allowing for remarkable people to slip through the cracks… maybe our system is treated to raise a new creation into being through our own devious disguise…’
out of Context;
‘their integrity of lies that defines a generation to come next in meeting a challenge profound and with the potential of the enlightened bits hanging over the heads of the ungainly apparatus that is ‘human’, and wonder what it is that messages were meant to say to us?… we look to the dark humors of those great and lost thinkers of the previous ages past, and we become fascinated just as easily as we come to reject our perceptions of what is real, coming to distrust that which does not appear to follow any familiar order of our individualistic views… we look to a darker vision than the one that appears to us naturally because of our fears feel justified in preventing the making of things the way we want them to be…’
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‘inspiration in the form of healing that takes place when the social pathology throttling the collective mind collapses into dust, taking with it all the financial and materialist burden from humanity in order to reestablish the humane somewhere within us, but we are certainly not there yet even though it doesn’t hurt to push the consciousness beyond the brink of mere ego satisfaction… we are the middle ground or laboratory perhaps, the testing furnace where everything happens before it moves on to other avenues of valid expression Here, and the nature of diversity allows for such imperfections in humanity as corruption and evil to further sort out the “bad” eggs from “good”… careful not to crack the egg…’
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‘the capitalist pack mentality has killed too many that have not complied to the standards set forth by the authorities, but too many of us disguise our will through helplessness taken to intense extremes… this brings me to my own plight as the human animal i realize that i am, but there is an exaggerated gap between my mind and body, even as i realize as well that this is merely perceptual… i have a high respect for the imaginary arts that fuel work in more than the written word, all symbols that wield powers Here but from the vantage point of the unreal behind what is tangible in this real time, and we freely blend our existences from both realities… the literal and the false all have a point of entry to this plane…’
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‘i need to get out of this stage of being excited and frightened in the same breath as the rest of these ill-mannered verbal assaults, not letting my individual aspect to psyche so easily collapse under pressure of any unreal ideas curious what might happen, but in a perfect world maybe there is the perfection necessary to promote a mechanical type of natural harmony… however, this is no perfection what we have co-opted so haphazardly in establishing Here, and earth is the home where the heart is set as the outpost for drooling hordes of so-called “civilized” unrest ready to manage a real life among the humans… these are no tiny feats that one could use to create an unfaltering foundation for the rest of their breed extending outward with one body of atrophied genes…’
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‘initiate the constriction of the object… to contain what does not deserve to be locked away in a jar or a box, though it is difficult to feel the confidence surging to the surface of the skinny fellow i am, but am not convinced that i have a vision so minor as not to achieve it… if i do not try, it will fizzle to the next worthy contender whether i wish this or not to be the case, and the contents of this hard-set head is mixed between junk and gems of inestimable value that can only be sorted and collected by the rarest of authorities not beset by the urge to judge all things out of hand… some judge out of concern that nothing is going right…’
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‘coping with reality no matter how cruel or massive the information necessary to assimilate… the raving madness of the mind’s deepest fears and grief explored on a plane of experience that incorporates the multitude lessons with the other translations percolating to the surface of material made by human interjection, a fistful of anarchy just waiting to happen in so many diverse settings to fuel the riot to overthrow all states, and conquer those aspects of self that have escaped to commit harm upon others to places other than where humanity tries to thrive as there will be no easy classification of all beings into this or that category… the title of this piece is also due to the fact that most surface personalities prone to be projected at people as related to a functional arms-length mental defense…’