out of Context;
‘time wears us all down to our last nervous fiber of energy, it is us who has the taste for this ichor of filth in mouth even as we claim godliness next to cleanliness to some extreme cliched faithless tips for living straight… which is next to impossible in this state of displaced ideas and the memes on parade through whatever means that are necessary to us at the period when an act meets its completion through the hands and feelings of humanity, and then it is always on to the next task without a moment’s hesitation ideally…’
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‘as time shifts, possibility opens and contracts like a giant dilating cyclopean eye perhaps the mind’s eye as seeing from a god’s perspective of selflessness that creates its own aura of selfishness contracting and narrows the connective tissue in these new synthetic gods we become, but are we the fools becoming leaders or the leaders becoming fools in the saturnalia that recycles our energy throughout the cosmos Here in the cult of tomorrow… the roles and energy get expended and moved about from creature to creature like a vast circuit that works channeled from a sudden involved understanding that ebbs into frustrated ignorance as we hit our lows on unique radii of timing that has moved long before we ever could have even been considered conscious entities, choosing to forget all this as we begin to attune…’
out of Context;
‘the screaming dead locked into debate over this or that thing requiring an honorable mention somewhere among all those blank thoughts floating down on the congress floor as debate moves from one house to the other and back again to achieve some majority rulership choosing some appropriate form of leader the phallible martyr for the aMerikan dream… the engineered antagonistic gravity summons the spirit to materialize its reality into quantified matter and solidity in this dark cradle merging of the physical and mechanical force removed of emotional process, taken back to an extremity of order…’
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‘in the small town freak out for teenage things to either crawl out and tip cows in redneck glory or make fun of those people… there are those who walk the line between extremes who can be considered magical or lucky or blessed whatever your terms may apply, but these individuals are actually experiencing life in the gray area where it actually exists instead of either high or low ideal reality seems to represent through actions of others, that multiple balancing dualistic fringes exist at all shouldn’t be surprising as though money were blood running blindly underneath the crumbling lands we all dwell over when rage at thought for the future could ever be so easily set into place with any accurate precision from the world below… epic mystery that this holograph contains…’
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‘just for the thrills, this indifference with which we treat our ills as though the real world were a toilet bowl that needed to be plunged deeper and deeper until it emits a foul sound that follows with a smell of rank and meaty glamorous behavior, but there is no gripe for this fiendsome artist you see Here… the lack of that better half to deal with when you might find the self fiendish from this earthen flesh fair and give awareness as a gift for its forgotten presence in supreme states of leisure, treasured moments at best when well-dressed to suit the date, but what mental imagery is this when i cannot for even one second define the gist of this abrupt privilege wasted that soils my pants with the dread of worrisome concerns…’
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‘already biased assumption based upon what is a preconceived notion of right and wrong, we can reveal what sick ideas are allowed by the culture to be sustained over the vital rights of the individual of which there is no valid substitute, and there is something to be said of trying to understand one’s own unique body over letting others tell you all about theirs leaving you with a feeling of needed comparison…’
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‘applied by the liars on either side of the affairs struggling with their confusion of glaring eyes and dares disguised as mainlined hard-to-define row of words supplied by your narrator, and it is my mind’s eye struggling against the lair of the dreadful and unaware brutal minds as they enter without careful consideration of where they tread so light and fair… with caution proceed, but do not lose your balance to your disease, keep your center as you have no need in using overly righteous conjunctions or confusing preconceived of judgments Here… the bliss of the mind is that it can retreat…’
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‘maniacal gibbering idiots, those who have worked hard to corrupt their youth into small pebbles of waste shat out with the rest of the expensive lunches to look fashionable with the current trend of a fascist nutrition, and one that keeps its human cattle fed on trash and excrement while saving delicacies for the honest villains who feel they have earned the right to waste their worth on animal flesh… a believer might chalk it up to god for reasons that don’t make any obvious sense through realist eyes, but this is not so of i who is never quite so real as these times when speaking is less accurate than spitting out the raw abstracted bits Here, so what if i feel as though our government here in the States has betrayed us all…’
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‘is this the end of the trip that started even before our life and death in physicality, and where do we go from this place that we have convinced ourselves never ends?… we are sick to the cells with what we allow, and yet we allow more to satisfy that god spell woven over the rise of the masses to cover them, to heal with our poisonous medicine fresh from the process that makes sense out of the scientific mess in our midst… signals paint our faces in the darkened corner we place our rears to shut away the outside swirl as things might go hectic at a moments’ notice from where we casually steer, slightly off-kilter when thinking about the years behind me, and weighted by limp and heavy fears that were never my own…’
out of Context;
‘adults create a code that changes over time but never in our lifetime, and the living unreality requires sacrifice to accomplish even a complete gesture for a continuous dream to emerge into the material plane as defined Here… we are now consuming the mind-to-computer-to-artificial intelligence connection to perhaps build a different body for ‘it’ to inhabit thus freeing those of us that might have chosen to disappear long ago from those who lead the way and stand beside the efficient run of things, but who are we to truly judge any other being in motion until those actions have led to submission to the powers that be, thinking anyone really owns the game being played by all of us together in facilitating the death of another human being let alone millions and millions?…’