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SMALL WORLD OUT THERE CONSUMING ALL OF MANKIND

the rage the planet must feel at the tiny invading force enveloping and breeding like mad, but one day there will be justice…

shite’s happening.

out of Context;
‘the senses can overwhelm the user, creating a need in the resident to get free, but not always in a pleasant way depending upon the person who chooses to leave. abuse of the reason to live is no means to destruction, just more reason to wonder what the hell is going on within the mental illness of the capitalist pigs ruling over the ruling party no matter what.’

searching the cells.

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‘to surge ahead is the greatest wealth that the electric soul can provide, and potential becomes kinetic so easily, thoughts become the next new structure to dismantle at some point. humor allows for this balance to thrive within the most degrading and deranged circumstances. the structures function through their internal dichotomies, and this altogether makes the understanding of the knowledge so more potent.’

the sections.

understand this decrease…with faltering steps approaching the state of numbness…the dollars fall from the pocket, unnecessary trinkets…possessed fetters of a material existence…the spirits of a central intellect gather around the newborn reality…a gaping hole where the music dies…vast and unforgettable echoes of senses pushing past the boundaries…ghastly quotes from the rogues who eat the slithering silence as they pass…standing at the edge of the public opinion…with regard for no one that defies the collective will of this mob…this is where destiny is said to hold sway over the whole…the technique is the guarded secret of creating cultures…moving the tribes of conscious humanity to the corners of their kingdoms…the mentality of the writhing mass invades the strength of the fairest ruler…undermining the ability to think consistently…for the protective structure…the chitinous form has many layers to formulate and carry out the …

Solitaire confinement.

locked in a single-minded hustle through the galaxy of unreal space/time continuum, the vacuum of this cosmic device we’ve stumbled upon, and been given a gift of flesh to learn from our mistakes…the outtakes look good in the “outside” world, the place where the dreams are always real for the moments beyond measure, and it is Here from which we have spun ourselves from…the cards are dealt out, and sometimes the dealer takes the lead in the game, sometimes it never happens to be that way…the hearts are mechanical in the most organic form possible as yet…reality has put us at a sense of potent fiction, scientific and technical all at once, and always with roles and functions to suit the varying moods that occur from residing within such a vessel…instill the intent at random, which gives way to …

motion through the struggles that be…

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‘with questions of intellect turning from the emotional realm to the moralistic, and even into the religious territories of wonder. hurdles and experiences one-and-all, but not without certain rewards to be had. the machine grants the probability for success, and a contented cog is an effective piece of movement, free of distractions and earnest to better progress.’

the strange people.

They are there right now. Everywhere in our midst, keeping a patient eye upon the suckling void active in humanity, and this fatal flaw will always reveal itself given time. To betray a withering self that cannot think beyond the material scope of the reality they seem to hold so dear. The possessions that can take a stranglehold upon their keeper. A misty recollection of what the past had been. Now, just subtle memories overlaid the entire scene the eyes can take in at once. Baffled by the ill-tempered, I stride motionless through the questionable realm of thought, and get to know the hollow chest which is my emotional center, my heart. The mind and body can stray away distracted, but the heart guides the soul to its fateful destination. Weeping in sorrow over the torturous existence that sometimes …

spent thoughts.

crispy from the fryer, eye have come to spread cheer and enlightened false riches. philosophy is emotional experience, and it moves like friction in the mechanical, it needs something there to lubricate its’ machinations. nihilism makes hippies breed faster, and communally, they resemble rabbits accustomed to rapid fornications. twisting their genitalia into some heated amalgam of fleshes that makes all the bodies move, writhing and thrusting, into bliss ever more temporary from the mouth gaping wide open to reveal the pain beyond the dark swelter. the ejaculates of the mind’s eye have become distorted folly. by all foolish standards, self-parody is the macabre avocation that propels the defiant urge forward in the ‘mic/mac’ cosmos. darkness needs to light that love brings to inflame the wounds from active witness to the pitfalls of reserved behaviors. the actions that inspire billions …

self’s Tarot trepidation.

Queen/ Swords-self; strong, forward-thinking feminine influences-authority; severe, chastened, and suggests familiarity with sorrow, widowhood, female sadness and embarrassment, absence, sterility, mourning, privation, separation, malice, bigotry, artifice, prudery, deceit.

Four/ Pentangles-self; from head to toe, prepared for destiny-authority; surety of possessions, cleaving to that which one has, gifts, legacy, inheritance, suspense, delay, opposition.

Justice*-self; personal good fortune, though questionable opposite appears-authority; equity, rightness, probity, executive, law in all departments, bigotry, bias, excessive severity. -Major

Queen/ Pentangles-self; esoteric, primal feminine influences-authority; greatness of soul, intelligence, opulence, generosity, magnificence, security. liberty, evil, suspicion, fear mistrust.

the Hermit*-self; an isolation, defiant behavior-authority; prudence, treason, dissimulation, roguery, corruption, concealment, disguise, policy, fear, unreasoned caution. -Major

Ten/ Cups-self; pleasant regard for everything necessary-authority; wonder and ecstasy, contentment, repose of the entire heart, perfection of that state, taking charge, home inhabited, repose of the false heart, indignation, violence.

Eight/ Cups-self; …

Spitting the words out.

out of Context;
‘I speak from my soul, but few ever witness it as majesty and nobility, even though this is what other godly prophets have done…I consider myself spiritual, but in no way restrained by a god or deity, I am my own…The alien and the animal, the god and the monster, and the ghost and the demon…’