‘…as not all daze can be woven the same, the only stipulation is the madness that holds us back while alternately launching “the joke” in shrapnel materialized over our heads, and sharply into the skins of those soldiers blindly thrown forward to foregone conclusions a sacrifice chosen as collateral by the situation in which the novel trivial absurdities seem closest in popping any balloons we determine and terminally set ourselves within, either as casualty to “the joke” or the caustic punchline now floating about unseen until ˜it strikes out loud and we all fall down into the ashen once again. Whether we are left hardened items of statuesque tragedy terrorized by the very real repercussions generally considered as death becomes us, unable to be truly in control of our own meaningless endings…’ ~Out of Context
divinity made us digest the manifestations of a source whose silver cord from the motherboard is as vital an accessory as any hairs teased or plucked out of the visions beheld by few but those bodies eclectic enough to run through their river of life thoughtful of the safety switches that dismantle a system like this so thoroughly-upheld because otherwise total chaos is not reliable or so can be said by creators of a differing strain at odds because of the pain of elements like queer variables stacking up odds cracking the compulsion of worry and dread that possesses our souls for a collected sort of flawed creatures crawling as much as trolling the passersby whom trash each other by the age old rarified stench for which we find ourselves used to much like the climate and its ever-changing …
the dirt dug us deeply six feet from the last bodies that dropped there having made the mistake of dying so slowly that the world change around us to be tempted by watershed marks on the pavement left after the seas of our past in a strange repetition of the past sagas swept over the ruling parties standing tall and upright to mimic and strive boldly into those false fates first in rejection of a solid and stable foundation to begin the quest out there and thus finally finish the question over doubt and skeptical sermons about the powers-that-be being present though not altogether aware of the future that would rise pushing promotions of civilized solicitation and lobbied an insanity into existence out of nightmares barely credible outside of the human mind seen as alien more than simply other …
game theory is real fun for hardcore mathematicians only everyone else has to learn an alternate lesson found from all these awful bloodsports as substitutes sequentially stalking and eliminating the common kind of lemming as they defy the ones who think they know what relevant information is among the masses that freely irradiate and choose to radicalize themselves through the humbling self-sacrifice it takes to get anywhere worth going toward whether there happens to be a direct and easily referenced concept to pull the unaware from their usual ignorant state of satiety only to comfort the weak ego that dies Here by following the rigorous mortician set into place by consensus reality at its most banal and concrete of “conformi-tah” like a classically-trained professional killer running about as if a ‘semper fi’ dropout soldier of fortune popping out the …
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‘a bliss on repeat as a hell might seem if released unleashed creating a victim of self we may liken to the ‘beast’ gone into a frenzy in front of the wrong people and their people to then be held totally accountable for the smashed fury crashing through sudden suspense then faces grey with disbelief that this could be as one of those devilishly intense phases we all read about or see on tv allowing us a pseudo-experience through the viewing, but we are still reactionary puppet heads used to represent our districts when given the chance though good leaders are still very difficult to find and the times are far in between such years of any offices on magnitude of that authority which seems to have never been taken seriously against the grain…’
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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…’