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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…’
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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 unfortunate are those who cannot defy their cage as though it triggers strange nightmares that eat the soul’s truth for some bizarre death wish that takes our time in surges and waves as a spiral graces the caves with its sunlight rave in present collapsing naive sprays, and words with nerves lash against the brave with stinging sudden rays, the dark soul of the neanderthal struck dead… but they still live on in my mind, you see, through the graphical limitations of your mind’s eye as i tread this vast distance… the ghost in brain matter undead… my mind is now your mind, though you still do as you wish i am always there now, and you can temporarily rid me of this link though sometimes they do come back…’
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‘as this perhaps proto-cultural immunodeficiency gone horribly awry where the white (people) blood cells historically go crazy from the heat of inbreeding becoming much like isolated viral strains of the same weird quality… a cherished state for the murderer at large provoking a set responses so ingrained in the nature of the human animal that communication does not diminish the horrible acts as they take place and come to public awareness, and we have such a heart for the dark predator of humans in the back of our own subconscious desire to die, wondering if we shall be the next victim of that killer on the loose…’
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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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‘bailing bodies like hay into a wagon of disrepute, to forget about the subtle stasis required by the soul, and to have your lot thrown with every other person afflicted with religion as literal doctrine and not guidance… it is through these systems that we acquire our taste of the mythemes that are the kernels at the very core of any gilded belief, we grow enchanted with the surface appeal to the point of submissive acceptance beneath the material icons that have taken on new lives of their own as other religious qualities are assimilated, but this has always been the way before today to accept and conquer differing beliefs with a standardized box to put all superstitious paraphernalia into a marked ‘to be saved’ status…’