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‘affairs of the casual human being, and it is at this state we have been in for too many centuries to count where we secure a frustrated impatience for a situation so out of our hands we become impetuous and brash to change things for the “better”… what is this ideal of better so unique to each of us in our time Here that we would get so completely distracted from the point onto other more tangential issues as they swirl only to get flushed out by the ignorance of Mankind’s approach to living best above all other inferior beings in the out there, especially as we get into a kind of apocalypse fever where culturally we crave an end to the static monster thus created…’
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‘new motivation to try and make things different for the better that lies beyond temporary catharsis of a festival or carnival or circus… we need to go forth and start new towns where the states of mind we share are not just redundant chitchat to be had between friends and foes of enemies alike, the snappy patter of wit and ironic that has boiled down to inane and brainless immersion into empty quotes and vapid anecdotes that describes a life meant to adapt to the picaresque inertia we have allowed ourselves to forget so that we may return from the shambles once we get there, but what of those lost souls who will never grow up to be the people their kind have anyways wanted them to be?… we are all developing apart and as a whole…’
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‘a new township of toxified nature made death in cancerous watery sublimation of the living breath that has taken so many lives as is already in abundance and waiting to arrive, but yet there are these little intrigues that humanity gets sucked and fucked up into as obsession takes the soul core of control tempering the curiosity as everyone has taken and given for granted as respect for the distinction the terrible honor of killing by decision or decree signing the name to command and authorize severe penalties from one who sits too far from the view of the slaughter…’
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‘hundreds of years pretty much soaking into the popular mystique of culture as many of the myths reinterpreted by the profits that resemble the signs for followers baptized in the rivers of money that have sprung out of the pools of blood and sweat and tears spent to be funneled into the cold hard cash as it appears like fate in the bleak and harsh landscapes taken for granted in difference of opinion and glad-handing the truth, to be groped like a sleeping beauty in a room sedated to be a person invoked as interpretive oracle to the wizened pervert’s whirled and suffering cesspool which calculated risks have endeavored to fixate and dismiss into the screaming of rage in the background where the money is used as tragic filter by which the state draws its lines…’
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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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‘those hidden facets of the real apply, we cherish the products more than the people who work breaking their minds and bodies to produce those goods so prized today… the worker and the work are not separate, but part of the greater whole which relies on us to be the go-between for the energy to manifest into something more than just dream, as all worlds link and quantify the data bleeding through all points of reality not just our own myopic spin on this subtle harmony making us saints and demons outside of the invested interest of the other forces which couldn’t care less for us… we are the human debris wiping the streets clean…’
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‘cannot out Mankind’s inhumane instinct to assimilate and digest the roles of the natives as well as absorbing the culture and creating an oblong box containing the very narrowed concepts of containted (contained contamination) and conformed broad generalization until the extinction gene kicks in and finishes the job that the “white” blood cell set into motion devouring the world slowly through intrigue and obnoxious calamity, the very real and impossible to further decapitate with praise the living human gods as they strive to live like everyone else Here with the executioner paid by the most money by the highest bidder with no point of reference that isn’t a personal ideal of “good vs evil” as an epic struggle that hits too close for comfort sometimes with the world demanding some kind of a sacrifice in retribution…’
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‘nobody ever feels as though they are on the same page as the rest of this humanity, but the paranoid and tinted blinders do not have to last even this brief lifetime witnessed as a forever perhaps if only from our situationist roots as beings stuck in gilded scenes that try in vain to repress the acceptance of one’s roles within the grand theater of the absurd abstracted to burn the flagging will of individual in light of the pack mentality… to whom should i give my excess baggage to?… the stink of the ribald humors drifting under the nose of the indifferent sloven beast who cares not for the destiny of compassion among friends, the civilized demeanor among enemies who hear the voices of hatred…’
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‘democratic general assembly pulled straight from the coffin that corruption commercial and industrial incorporations have shoved it back in the day before all this insane internet bullshit materialized, this where the interests acting in our interests have lost their fucking minds by corrupting democracy with a tainted taste of weird capitalist voodoo that uses words written in triplicate to define an angular place where self-interest is often lost to profit and bottom lines that get crossed in the real world that cannot be replicated on paper with harsh analysis alone… the ninety-nine percent of us feel used by this intricate system that defies explanation as easily for those who prefer to strategize struggling with the absolute terms relayed from others who might remain faceless voices for the rest of their lives…’
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‘screaming, the pits of hellish anger and guilt grow deeper like infernal wounds underneath the subcutaneous fat of the domesticated human, pain that reaches beyond the nerve endings into the actual human mind as it bleeds through into thoughts and stray emotions alike to flay the virtual skin caged in the mind’s eye as a tormented picture show would throw depraved active images against those so darkened inside steamed brain juices… the projection of the soul upon windows called ‘eyes’ to those in the know…’