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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…’
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‘it is so totally unfair how we have let bureaucracy take over for our substance of freedom, what madness is this that sucks us into its grip, and then tethers us to one spot if we allow ourselves to appear complacent when really it is a case of doing what we what we can to free ourselves from the painful organization of fiends endlessly provoking us into their actions of choice… sometimes you have to learn how to feel like a villain, it is only by learning not to fear oneself that allows for unlimited adaptation to a treacherous world, and we are ill-equipped from the beginning because of a powerful cultural bias presented before our birth… how rotten is that?… we have no in-bred compassion, my friends, it is a learning experience in the ever-present…’
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‘making the motions to self-cannibalize starting with the brain and working my way down to the rest of the corpse… i am attempting to eat the strange vessel that oxides and decays right before my eyes before it has a chance to disappear of its own accord, the disease is the reconciliation of that schism between forces of consciousness contrasting as it connects to a material reality to which the rest of us have some pent-up fear of losing a slippery grip on this stable static relatively-narrowed environment left to our own devices, but found art put together like a puzzle manifested through reverse engineered work as perhaps a Rube Goldberg/ Marcel Duchamp piece of a readymade phantasm made flesh… if there is but one pope out there, then the rest of us are the anti-popes…’
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‘cower the sour assault on this digression of the bottle-fed lead weight society that deals in fear like it was water to be bottled yet again, and recycled straight from the sewer hole sweating with condensed frothing filthy scum and whey, the chaff is already horrendously absorbed by the great big death machine whirling around as more than horsemen have appeared to take away the spirit of life… the manic and oppressive forces that be Here to devoid the static complacency that holds no formula for world domination, but instead forces the majority to conform to the ill-health of the state the human beast is chastised within, the wholesome cage with no keys and all locks are held tight until the game is closed… that fear factory mentality enveloping the whimsical wondering of creative schtick and shock…’
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‘whether nun or priest or some perfect sainted thing dressed and blessed and saved beyond the human suffering death wish to let the strongest yet survive and live… the build-up popping of the facial blemish like a volcanic wretch over all life that is known to wipe the slate clean yet again, some people pray for this to occur without consulting the rest and thinking the worst of whatever is out there, and then they might say that this is for our own good with villainous cackle included as the finger presses hard upon the nuclear vessel that humanity has become… defeated by the radioactive, the next form that defies logic of death or disease beyond light and restriction of authority, but we are held in place by lifetimes of intra-contradictory meanings and methods to organize something…’
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‘egg cracked open for this particular dish that has become something quaking just below the sliding motion that the others are predisposed to as they might slide back into the abyss when they are done with these holographic forms marked as human beings, and mass production profile defiled for corrupt tone of efficient waiting scheme as the few ever awake as they should in order to fully interact with their aspect of reality… it seems as though this world might want us to leave at some point in the near future futility of our space, the human aliens want to fully control this suburb of the cosmos with their intellectual decrees of faith and harmony while the reckless multitude are wishing for utter freedom from rules…’
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‘the human matrix was an “alien” gift chosen off of a menu on a screen somewhere, and maybe this seed reality was in all actuality a cosmic Chia pet where life has already plant life which began to spawn into the next chamber of delivery in the horizontal, the animal becomes a relevant next step then… the human animal wasn’t relevant or even reasonable until thousands of years after the world consciousness ate up the dinosaur’s flesh in a fiery cataclysmic banishment into deeper realms of the cycle, and who knows if their dino-beings had not gotten as far as the mammalian creatures today, it even rings of truth in the language we speak as it touches upon the circuits of consciousness we seem bound to traverse… we gripe and we bitch and complain…’
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‘in the guise of religious upheaval promoted by compact media engines of propaganda material value karma, and we can’t even see the truth waving its ample little hands in front of us like the well-trained puppets we are for those of us that have truly succumb to the bath in mainstream hive-mind functionality and efficiency… the irreplaceable motion of energy from all sides of a pressure difficult to really explain accurately without needing some other lengthy discussions about previous terminology, the lifeless jargon of dead worlds collapsing in on themselves as though the whole house of cards were privileged enough to give way in one dramatic swoop of disbelief, but that is never so simply the case inasmuch as we would want to believe otherwise in our ritualistic behaviors to exploit our future concepts…’
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‘the mockery of our tribe comes so naturally as to parody the absolute sense of self at all out right, in this phenomenal realm of matter we are merely conscious animals aware of little more than our own endeavors to break free of a static quality that traps us into the crazy impact obligating ourselves to the selfish needs of others, but it is not so easy to break that determined cycle of life with liars’ rights provoked… the stupendous mystery that hides behind walls of misery are contrasting to the freedom we on this side of the unreal take for granted, but given by what force of nature to some such a set of condemnable creatures such as we, the roving packs of criminal intent honed sharp on the broken bits of proffered livelihood stolen…’