out of Context- ‘all it takes is a true yearning for something other than what is now the substantive truth mistaken as an absolute version that which is truly some perversion evoked from the presence of opposing forces in the same switch of sides that walks the fine line between passion and playful revelry, of violence and vileness compressed into a being by an intense magnitude of forced attitude tempered by those outside functions of rabid opposition to our own side of the struggling situation that has culminated in this viral-sized sharing process consuming us instead of the reverse as though it were some digital conflagration by information alone starkly contrasted against this human shape throughout decades as both our skin and our patience wear thinner than the clothing we change or throw away while the rapid filth explosion…’
fundamental revision of whatever one thinks life is expected to be as the curious variables swarm to devour us all whether we happen to be ready or never-ready tricked by the purposeful accident that gets caught in our way when it is least expected as weakness and vulnerability strike with almost no informing, the phantom moment in ignorance as the only calm before the storm warping whimsical vessel into a debauched visceral alien animal devoid of helpfully-handy composure and compassion in order to intimidate everyone into a place of subordination to appear as singular self-righteous and superior even though the angle is radically-bent at least at first, and then the demonic veneer gets worn through in a funerary rite running scared from the scars accrued already so far that it gets a little bit in the ole Out There …
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‘inside mothers’ tomb of roiling sloughing skein of fluid disengaging us from stage one of the experimental foray into birth as primal humanity borne of happenstance and causality blending in formulaic brew the distinctive parts and traits of ancestry involved, the peak of human civilization attempting everything there is to cross thresholds bounded only by spirits that have lost their flavor for helping handouts in missionary position postulating the end of this perspective pushing boundaries tempting taboos lifting witnessed only by a few shagging on the carpet scraping enough to gather burns and fleas from dicks in pussies naked asses swaying exempted from by square few too tightly wound to prepare for orgiastic proportions of blood sweat and tears grinding pelvises through years of experiential exchange drifting between partners parting company…’
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‘i have not thrown in my electoral two cents with any of those of the proposed candidates as none have the qualities worth this chance taken as opportunity to rule a “free†world as the opportunists have long controlled this old heathen realm by Now all terrorizers and vile servant snakes running some of the grassroots campaigns that have brought and been bought by the wicked who only wish to keep their world under a tight constraint while we as the children roam reckless from the heat of obnoxious transactions gone so rancid and reviled by the rest of the world populace… mingling their toxic concepts with heretofore accepted common sense sequences to create hybrids of madness and mayhem crawling like beasts from the body pit where we have tossed all of the useless…’
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‘faith is claimed as a fully intact reality through the vetoing of less banal more imaginative realities veritably singing the song as of all the absurd harmony, but who really needs to come to harm as the victim tenderized and left soft with too many predators as vectors of possible attack real or imagined becoming true when the urban superstition raises to such levels that fear starts roaming the streets in droves as clones of each other performing conformity like some kind of magic that ripples across the sage advice or wisdom of those ages before and after us Here… scientific conversion of people into mechanical animals Now delivering to the expectation on par with electrical circuitry trying to connect the various facets of people on-line as off the beaten path created by hippies and poets…’
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‘asking forgiveness in the belief of divine faith that overrides the stains made by human creatures taking shape in the waste, but the hammer strikes with the scythe rendering this discussion mute as much moot to their vacillations vivisecting inside the ruling class of their awful elitist dreams and glory casting others about like rag dolls to distort and harm without a retaliation vexing sting to keep those parties in a perpetual swing as to stop it all would kill the illusion which remains like a halo over our heads collected together Here my friends sharp as small jagged thorns stick and sacrifice the losers to honest whimsy… what is it to be regarded as simply divine or as legendary?…’
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‘a spinning wheel of fortuitous losing as the supposed winners wincing have already gotten off this ride severely austere driving home the noose as clues to this cruelty and the fealty to the vicious nature of this kingdom working holistically toward conclusions of proof in truth mayhem supporting the righteous while putting a boot down stamping upon the rest of this human face viewing to crush hope and drown faith in its own juices squeezed so as to drip the dollars as abject waste fertilizing the fruits of labor’s love lost, but only as it was tossed in amongst the heap with the compact of trash thrashing around glories and gutter valor…’
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‘to lose our version of the shit we were pandered into thinking was truth just as valid as the rest of them, but sometimes it is to each their own truth as we are caught in deciding between advantages and the scars they leave regards razed up of how little it is that we each actually care about one another if we have never met the Other’s true acquaintance and remain as yet this way as each perspective is present within us as these macrocosmic forms carrying out duties so long ago left unfulfilled when we tried to enact for real our tiny pieces of dreams as yet to be revealed… hollow the grams of wait weighing us to these voyaging vessels into the void…’
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‘affixed before it burns out with the white heat of opportunism run amok without the civilized drive that we speak of as being any superior function to these organic portals confused as computers at this level in development which is false as the flesh circuitry we are born with works on many subtle parts or subconscious layers that permit trivial variation, but only as long as the organism is not cut down or made to be in a detrimental state where very few items of sense float on as around these memories ebb and flux…’
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‘learning how to manage one’s own timeline through this continuum as the right passage will get you truly what that is you feel your heart’s delight deserves then life passes right into many phrases where observation and patience are keys to a kingdom that needs no castles or knights serfs nor slaves to redeem any of the valuable connections scattered and jamming all of the subtle frequencies around us as particles or motes floating like dust unseen as that fierce wind the deep sense of triviality embedded in the procession… tossing around the people and places caught in a tornado of souls as we all interact with each other…’