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‘idealism and deceptions defining culture pseudoscientific vultures carrion-ing on giving mad props to fiends long since dead bones utterly picked clean as the slate beckons more scrawling exorcise the fellow demons reading out loud the voices in the head whose limited capacity for understanding prevents honesty from leaking confiscated conclusions the equivalent proof of personal opinion pining over qualities and causes that we are tricked into thinking are lost…’
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‘to whom might beat back the domains attacked drawn taught from slacking adapting the pressures as they measure our instincts and turn violation into artform, or in other words a traumatic cradle of life from which a unique experiential path is birthed as though the ghastly substitutions for a crib while nightmares of authoritarian lies alive are surrounding to imprint upon us their biased versions of why the world is this way a piece at a time…’
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‘coexisting in the similar environment as the threats themselves backyard bombs and treasonous treacle poison a step away from blowing smoke up your ass, though a flavor for the espionage it takes to hammer home the mistaken of identities to the patriotic terror hidden by the handjobs abused nationwide suckling upon the indefinite essence of youth taken the wrong way as those prescribed doses down all the shitty days and nights that remake the human glue as it presses us all together deflowered by the disasters…’
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‘hit self-awareness and puberty and become temporarily insane at the shallow ideas that used to be so fundamental to growing up whether with or without parents caring or not it is these bonds we share even when weak and powerless knowing few remedies without fail highly and rightly so recommended that we become this vulnerable or perhaps transparent kind like some of the parents out there that leave us be when there are so few who will guide you with loving kindness needs instead of diseases or strange sounds from the darkness which happens to be that ego core asserting as though in charge of this voyaging class vessel we are… the scene is overwhelmed by the seen and unseen alike when some shadows decide to walk into the light…’
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‘historic villainy made reality in recent times as paradigms secede into cultural hybrids of what it has to be as experienced by the populace like the massive quakes of death and turmoil to stress the best and worst qualities an individual might have in a paranoir reservoir dipped in all the dark waters of void cold subconsciousness upon frequencies of the misunderstood observer, locked into the mass grave with other cadavers whose potential was cut short so easily at the wrong time for the wrong person representing change that no one wanted to consider even the person themselves on many occasions cannot truly decide what it is that becomes required or necessary to move forward when trauma like chaos awaits…’
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‘that human snail trail of inevitability left under scrutiny of these analytical ‘madnexuses’ so-known as scientists swirling in identifying qualities up into a sole substantial meta-fact to be understood later on by most as the artifacts of today are acknowledged as history and the past from which we came, Here there is an almost palpable harshness that erodes the safety out from underneath everyone on a flimsy stability pulled away to be used as tormenting shroud until a death occurs to the trapped animal suddenly set to freedom by the boredom of the captors who like the dinosaurs and various birds of prey have acted in the roles of strategic rapid attackers use brutalizing through nature’s forces to play an intimate intimidation against the ones who do nothing but try…’
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‘through these vaguest times absolutely, fabulous the glamorous webs of deceit and desire pushing the tensions of humanity taught and tighter still taunted by the haunted swill of the fiends in their persuasion of the people to give in to their procreative pro-life rationale to overpopulate and demand control which never serves any one as a purpose burned in and out one puppet at a time as these strings of theory break and repel the hangers-on in unwholesome interests that lead us astray of the ways in which we have wanted to become manifested invested not sold into this system trained to not even think about this subjugation without pulling any of the energy back that was stolen from our timESPace like teeth by forces of invisible people pushing us beyond on into a strange periphery…’
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‘filthy is a different brand of beast to burden upon oneself as only one sight into the dreamtime depth, though this as rigid outline to follow is not equivalent to instruction and must be met through this depth of one’s own experiences equipping a poetry wit and prose to the con game a crying shame of shear luck cutting off the ears and eyes that allow us to travel via our minds and imaginative springboards that launch some as methodical madness manipulates anal lunatics to lubricate the collusion of opportunists to cast out in socio-psychotic episodes others of a nature turned away by these new leaders of the “free world†too unable to trust one another to keep out of places they are unwanted just as they condemn the natives of lands they conquer…’
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‘histrionic account of what it is happened since we arrived on this planet… male energy as masochistic as machismo infecting a worldwide worry machine manifest as the natural mutant to harsh and obscene consequences officiated by oblivious idiots too obvious to take anything real seriously except for their own selfish welfare distorted in a proportion out of place with what real living takes, and yet the idols we seem used to as worship were all men figured as leader respected more than others even though their powers were only as good as the people who chose to follow them speculating a future without their savior too late to claim a fruitful escape from history turned chains by civilizations of consensus spent warping time and space…’
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‘through immortal time awaiting personal approval to seek substance after this death is received with our voice then going quiet as the personal GOD (grand operating directive) which is our own dies with us each unto ourselves and all lives we have touched and touches ours becomes something more than just this, as relic recollecting what was and is to query the enchantment laid thousands of years ago what the concept to build this titanous empire truly meant questioning a queer faith not faultless at all by default as we stall along the precipice of cliff’s edge thought a tight lair opened up by those so entranced to enter the dragon falling as a stone from the sky…’