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‘we are just as integral a part in this cosmic chain of events as any other beings, but we house alien transmitters in our brains that act as organic portals to the realities outside of our own conjoined material plane of purpose, we all do have purpose as i feel it necessary to state the obvious now… we are with a purpose to serve a higher function simultaneously, but are easily confused between what we are taught and what we feel is right, as we are coming closer to moving to reconfigure the reckless behavior of “Man” in these many dark ages past our prime number… the few cannot control the many without the many giving them the authority to do so, and thus defuse whole arrays of sage connective information and tissues…’
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‘in many ancient times passed even as we recall the surface glamor romantic of the dark ages in history, there were roles that functioned on the human wavelength to utilize the physical prowess and hard-working capability of these creatures, but now there is the quality of an obsolete essence clothed in shrouds and death images to make it appear daunting to the naked witness… the digital plagues have come and gone as more of us engineer ways to function in that new reality in further and deeper ways than our imagination would normally allow, but that is how infused with progress we really are Here as the material moves to fulfill our requested actions albeit through a vessel that resembles vaguely human features…’
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‘once everybody knows the rhetoric, everyone begins to repeat and parrot those lessons that the individual deems worthy, whether this assumption is made on the basis of family or religion varies… the values that become engrained by this odd process of cultural elimination and assimilation is a startling order, attempting to rearrange all the parts per million that there are Here, and to manufacture a perfect circuit of force and form to make the will of gods manifest… no one remains a non-entity for long in this world, the energy is on loan for only a few intervals of time and motion until the organic tissue breaks down into ooze of a primal nature…’
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‘the game is afoot, my dear witness… there is abundance in the fields of our imagination, but we cater only to those retarded minions who fool themselves into thinking they have the power to stop it if they want to, however that is the lure in which to reel them all in… the doomed have their many uses, but generally are not all that smart until the time comes to learn, even morons can swing the cat by the tail… the siren serene as howls grow more unrelenting still, and the pigs take all that they can get and more until they split, very few people rarely ever talk with a grown-up voice… that balancing equation is too wrong of man as instrument of fate…’
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‘don’t forget, what you see is what you get, and sometimes not even then because of how fucked our system truly is by now… the discretion seems too much to tolerate, a judgment call too damn wicked to retrieve from the dark hallow halls of power without the proper resolve of brown on the tip of your nose, and the idiot madness that comes with working the different angle into your dragging ethic of focus and limitless possibility… the culture will try its damnedest to rub your nose in the filthy mess we all have contributed to in order to make you think that only one person could ever be responsible for the disasters intermittent throughout the state of our present world, but these are all lies and propaganda…’
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‘libido taken for granted… our culture makes us rodent-like, scrambling into the dark whenever we have a thought that isn’t a standard, that sudden potential taken too far… what keeps one sane amidst all the wrong-doing?… our modern porno-graffiti subduing the good orgones gone bad, easily repressing or denying the lowest common denominator of human sexuality, but with no other reality than the expression of every feel good aspect there could ever have been like a pack of nerves raging to hard-on… there is no way to really capture and try to convince anyone that what you are doing has a purpose, especially among the fascist hordes breeding all around you, and following the popular chanting hymns…’
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‘some people fit the role of the parent, but many others just breed to get the sexual satisfaction out of their systems, while a few others take themselves out of the procreative loop that our flesh invokes once we reach maturity… does nature evolve along with its inhabitants?… people in business get too complacent when things go right, thinking they will always go correctly, and the boss gets just as deluded as anyone else underneath their power in the hierarchical blame game… whosoever fucks up first becomes the pet scapegoat for the rest of the group, but only inasmuch as that person become a pariah or ostracized by the group…’
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‘with the absorption of relevant information through this cultural filter of heavenly matrices there would be that instrument of enlightenment and empowerment that the truly honest would crave to savor… to fill the void with no more saints or sinners, but to embrace the whole parts of something that was started before us, we are just the next in a long lineage of potential prophets… trained by a militant and fearful category of socioeconomic restraint, it has always deferred power to those that choose to wield it in broad arcs to disguise their own actions to retain these material treasures for themselves while at the same time leading others to believe their motions just and righteous, but the fallacy is in how much our trust has been given up to these temporary charlatans…’
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‘if it is not then let us see what will become of the both of us because time is of the essence and the shortness of breath is just the first of many symptoms in this ramshackle machine we are skeletons within, and we all go right for the throats of each other in spite of this linkage between that irreversibly leaves us horribly bound together with a ghastly mood subjecting the others to this bastard entertainment before the whole civilization, there are no rules inside the head except that which you let in… giving permission before the disqualified peanut gallery of woes and foes all chained together in anatomic purge of sensory data that will master us before the day is come, as one by one we all crawl the surface of this earthen hovel…’
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‘this satisfying plunge into a torrential wind swept with scents of any other way than what is known, the mind is sensitive and rises up to greet these olfactory memes with spicy essence transfiguring the time and space in-between the spaces, but the time has come to wander on in… as i just turned on the whirlpool, and your bath for the brainwashing was prepared long before i got Here… i am merely an afterthought in some giant’s dream, but you and i still interact together in this virtual world of blank verse and pictographic words depicting urges you have never heard before, these voices that pulse with the wired feeling for fate… that deja vu was just great… somehow i don’t believe you…’