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‘left with our own devices to keep us in comfort and stable as the assailing erosive nature takes away pieces of the souled out reality we inhabit today like an odd zoo for mechanical animals wandering somewhere deep into the forest, a wilderness of the real time effort drawn through the generations possessed like objective channeling sources of material coming to fruition amidst the atmosphere of hyper-paranoid yet unaware personal relevance, and perhaps it is the valence and vector of this measure that afflicts the distracted whole of humanity castrated by society’s constriction upon the wavelengths shot perpendicular to the frequencies flowing past the mere parallel of this particulate real time endeavor as life calls upon us to act on the energy we were infused with through the after birth scenario desecrating the tomb…’
out of Context;
‘the victim gets better, if this were a spiritual toxin flowing through the system would it be so easily eradicated just by sucking on the right hole afflicting whatever the human thinks as truth getting deeply embedded in those personal neural networks that carry the signal far from the conscious struggle known nowadays as ‘reality’… a holographic trace that can link and store within this saturated brain of flesh and fluid locked inside our heads whatever we think bound with feeling and qualities of depth which are not so easily raced back to their sources, the tangents that drift between moment and memory…’
out of Context;
‘conscious and sinister Mankind that rapes and pillages the land, its resources and its native peoples bound… always taking and devouring the little lambs and sheeple as sacrifice to the lord god ‘progress’ in a blind sense of honor and faith, it is this blindness that inflicts itself from within though not afflicting the sense of one’s vision necessarily, but that of complacency and stasis created to uphold a certainty of decay and ultimately a stillness transcending the hurry and bustle of the current human extremes of comfort and caution…’
out of Context;
‘working the human electric devil like a puppet to fuel the dishonor in detailed displays and reenactments on the grand scale a cruel theater would require to happen correctly, or at all for that matter as things do not manifest cheaply even as cultures of quick disposal have aspired to for centuries on end as their history might have us to believe in cryptic classroom settings of betrayed logic and lore declassified for the general public to absorb and ignore…’
out of Context;
‘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…’
out of Context;
‘we have overwhelmed ourselves and the spaces which we inhabit as though to take it for granted is only natural to do, but it is not nature that does this as Mankind hordes and violates the instincts of the Other to gain only commodity aspiring to heights of wealth in place of either information or insight… and it seems no one “gets” it because much like a disease, no one wants to get it but the handful willing to experience something different in the terminal illness we might reason that is this life, and as we refuse to learn what we do not understand…’
out of Context;
‘trying to seek out a reason or an immunity to the caustic toxic fear embedded in the human psyche, and yet few of us have learned to swim in these troubled waters of the world pool with each of us tallying the notches scarred in our bodies as painful lesions locked in the memory of what we try to achieve as robust fact beyond mere fiction as delivered by the heat and sensitivity to friction both mental and physical… we quake in our skins for relief of some dagger thrust deep in the conscious mind pulled from the stoned flesh that a holographic firm fixation on form projects among these structures of concrete and glass that have forsaken us as but temporarily tolerated beasts in the whole of heartless refresh…’
out of Context;
‘the time comes to shoot through to “true” enlightenment, in a way these systems are all pretty similar both because they inevitably lead to the same ends of forgetting the previous Self in anticipation of a next life whether after or otherwise makes no difference, but each argumentative viewpoint also anticipates skeptically that in this current life few things are worth the time or effort to understand by forcing one to shed the skin of the personal Self for the possessive Self in its Selfishness and reptilian potential for amassing useless crap worldwide as various perceptions of the one-percent collide creating volatile shards in this oh-so perfect place where the average person proliferates sending the confusion into many controversial directions at once… so we need a bad guy to impress us with an image of wrong…’
out of Context;
‘real guidance as opposed to the shallow dance that some believe fits into an ideal shamanic stereotype, the wellspring of ideas exploited for the trivial amusement of the masses in their unaware crassness malformed by the diversity within a culture of insulting behaviors, and penetrated while sedated by that programmed glow as it projects desires and propaganda into the collective subconscious stream of mood and thought in a world where we need to realize that in civilization we are all artists in interpreting…’
out of Context;
‘all modes of functional reality are the people defined as raw bytes of data by those lacking a humanity to call their own… a stupid mistake that will erase the decades of cover-ups and manipulation to promote the contrary as the opportunists flock to be flogged and tortured by their own ignorance, when one looks into the reflective face of the other it is not always guaranteed pleasantness will stare back, and in fact the complete opposite almost always holds true as the witness takes a moment to define themselves by features alone… all of them come together at this one point in time…’