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‘i am unclean down to the worse sense and it starts with ignorance on my part, and a lust which became my worst enemy as much my inner demon bared and revealed before my mind’s eye as worthwhile nemesis to have when the rest of civilization is still in a state of transition to some extent where there are still many casualties to that brutal and heinous abuse of trust which contorts the positive thoughts and vibration that friends would naturally share, enemies on the other hand bathe in mutual disgust for the other so much…’
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‘the functional adult is supposed to be able to care for others in the same capacity as caring for the Self implies while living in an existence of perpetual motion within organic machinery as the internal combustion clock reaches out to the edge of empty from this intellectual place Here, transmitting signals into and out from the void as prismatic vacuum recording all as it has occurred in time and space as two layers out of the many densities of reality present as the whole loops in on itself much like the example of the ever-swallowing Ouroboros seen from two dimensions, but reality plays tricks with us as we explore the vast richness from which we are the solid beings derived into this holographic destiny…’
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‘IT’ is that this machinery lacks from becoming a living whole in a retarded collective of urges on loan from the higher organisms that eat and feed on the soul watching with glued eyes as the human drama unfolds from life to life to change the bizarre ways of Mankind into a humanity worth developing further along the cosmic chain of events in time-honored traditions of the past, but legions open on the fringe hope that some slip or miss will occur to make the confidence loosen the skin bounded on bones with as limber hearts and muscles and tone can be aging the souls to shortened wavelengths all trying…’
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‘early on, church was not a word i associated with comfortability or community but with constriction and the kind of elitism that allows the shunning of another human being out of superstition and status correction, and obviously that did not come to last in my childhood as you may call it the devil inside me that ached against such restrictive bonds… i say as yet we are still in the throes of so many other obligatory vectors that combat our psyches on a constant basis when struggle over unity should be the last things to force themselves upon our minds, but even before i was ever conceived of…’
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‘the art of love is by all means the only proper way to express what has lately become a constrictive device to lock others into place for the rest of their natural lives, as it is so unbounded by either respect or animosity which can at times make the rest of us so trained more than a bit uncomfortable with that freedom of choice, but the artist keeps acknowledging the inner vision of peace and prosperity from even beyond the grave situations that make us all feel like shit and depressed and deprived all at once…’
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‘retract from these strange and excitedly shallow people, and the ideas that they try to spread like some kind of low intensity germ that slowly begins to bring others with wealth around to their purview of rationalization… the Little Lord pandemic hit in the late 1880’s, and the denizens of this time period were so in love with the carrot waving idea that they too could be a prince in a pauper’s clothes that literate madness the equivalent of Potter-mania today became a show-stopper as the clothes made the young man, the idealized form of boy-king turned into a fashion statement back then… the prince and the pauper, show stopper, babbler-dabbler self-confessed criminal…’
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‘deriving pleasures from the decrepit and lonely even if only inside of their bedrooms of ivory suburban towers about to collapse from the changing world striking lightning upon their sacred structure wet in the appetite once the digestion has it in its swallow grip a shallow grave into which those indifferent beings are flipped… as the sacred begin gathering for an evening of the newborn annual rituals to again pivot upon formal format of the social breakdown as made into oblivious yearly calendar sequence to party the night away, where people degrade themselves as puppets to the fascist state from which history has compiled its survivors to be lead around by their psychopaths and a sociopathic corruption of the human trust sequence as evolved through the brink of distinct extinction of various other traits…’
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‘to shock and amaze you with my strength and skill even as i deny myself the praise that naturally involves the person this way to behave, but i relent Here as this is my space where the mind can dispose of its weight in the possibility that any one person would read this trash is an ungrateful fate… this opinion masked in words that disguise the acts as they occur to in fact blur the lines between exact and vague restriction with the chemical plastic symbols at my fingertips slightly constricting my movements on the keyboard that opens these gates to the greatness…’
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‘the ignorant walls that were built to close the stupid into their place instead of roaming free like true wild life… we are roaming throughout the terrain without any leaders that serve a purpose that allowing for the empty authority to use the term ‘leader’ as a total directive to tame a people that eventually grow indifferent to the razorblade hands trimming like a gardener for the topiaries of the flesh as the certain pieces of past incarnations as selves creeping, crawling are falling further down through the layered foliage and branches as the species collectively reaches for the fruit of knowledge that requires compressing concentration and patience, but are not limited to the scraping shaping raw power of government taking our minds away from us in new and intriguing ways…’
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‘early concepts of adaptation as well as introduction to the collective idea of imagination so prolific in that inert consciousness below the psyche which encompasses the metaphysical unknowns of death and rebirth as our spirits remake this universe constantly with visions from the intriguingly infinite number of whole other plateaus and milieus where things are always differing to some degree out of phase with the rest of reality as we know it, but Here we have a “lord” disguised as imagery in the form of Uncle Sam whose presence has been deceptively simple to relate to others…’