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‘the vines writhe alive weaving the pattern together an unknown growing from a root of dark potential learning something for itself, a wisdom subtle and lurking like the lady of the lake to present the weapon of truth to the right person who will charge through lessons and make an example for the rest of us, but we each have some variation of agonist/ alienist heroics deep within us timed to be patient with the action though it would appear to ooze slowly as the lazy avaricious desire of the population so thoroughly comforted and sheltered with no role specific until we discover it on personal questing to reveal the self as it appears to each of us… we were conceived with an eye toward the ideal of the population becoming enraptured with its convenience culture jam…’
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‘existence as a test of the more frictional parts of the real as reflections in a pool or a mirror provoking the images to move as vice versa the images have revealed what the beings do as they move, suprahuman all the way to whatever consciousness we perceive as god are forces immaterial but in no way diminished by the lack of a visible proof beyond tales of mythical origin each coming to fruition of truth as a single branch on this tree of life becoming a living thing that grows from conscious explorations in the dark matter of reality, and it is this which sparks electric the human into feats of strength and resilience as much as those most heinous and terrible acts…’
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‘the full throttle of a weekend good time, but little did the hint of haphazard human fallibility as it would be later known to the ever-inclusive ‘we’ ever shine through to the rational or practical views of what a ‘good time’ really consists of when the drugs are shuffled around among associates as complimentary acquaintances in stressful sequences of give-and-take condensed into those moments you never get back… the night loops back through to me in a memory state feeling heavy in the head barren of any simplicity beyond the momentary that fragments or recoils in horror at the human condition…’
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‘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…’
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‘his feral pack type and tap away like a grand organic motor grinding away to hit the one-armed bandit square in the jackpot, but we can only achieve that through realizing the symbols don’t manipulate us any better than we are capable of better managing them instead whether they be words or syllables in this dementia… dimensional travel always in flux, and perhaps a long fabled dimensional quality at which is constantly being reached for and striven after by the experimenters and shamanic sorts who perceive greater than the mere happenstance charisma of the living world, one sign apparent to me as the Lord is merely a supervisory role with strong evolutionary characteristics of vestigial realities as shit it clings to the digestive wall in our imaginations… a collective story somehow in ways taken for granted…’
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‘forcing the “rats” to make due with their miniscule chunk of the cheese, moldy instead of golden but still a fool’s eager march into the maw of the mutilating machine that wealth has become, and those with their actual gold buy a way to make the others feed their hungry cannibal tendencies which is the real purpose they seek… not equality with their relations, but some sinister will to move primarily to get ahead on this horizontal material plane forgoing the real need to grow into the vertical space, filling out the gaps nonetheless between the spiritual and the material spark that is caught enacting an electric ritual that provokes and shocks the system into movement like a cattle prod thrust into the mewling infant…’
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‘the religiosity of some people outweigh the possible compassion for an honest greater good because the former lines pockets with this Taker wealth hard-won on the blood of all native peoples, from Roman to Catholic there was never any real love for the human creature except in the rare instances of a few genuine popes and ministers outnumbered by the corruption ever-present in a cruel world, and yet these other atrocious individuals call into play the polite veneer of the politician or diplomat trying to coax converts on a regular basis over to their side of an argument too far gone to be anything other than a subjective reality… jesus as an eso-terrorist…’
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‘subdued by the established notions that we are totally helpless to our meaty and over-serious issues as posed by the adult populace we have become a part of when the self-awareness reaches that most critical point in time, a subtle triggering mechanism to many of the organic splendors in life as the blossom breaks open to either sun or moonlight, but the streaming dreams fill in the blanks faster and faster as the whirling coaster shakes us off one at a time… what a dark, little ride this is, my friends… we should all be so lucky to feel the pain of happiness and the uplift of practical disappointment when all else fails…’
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‘the ideas that assume to make one sexy or sellable by the backward standards of almost religious proportion on every billboard and television set in the world, it scars the person into thinking and adapting to this shock as regularity that cannot be avoided by everyone everywhere, and it is the fear of this viral information getting in that makes us this paranoid automatically… what are we missing that we need this abusive control to take place?…’
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‘all humanoid lifeforms Here recreating modern reality all the time… the dark side of the psyche takes its time with the need to commit to this scheming try in the game of replicating and synthesizing reality in order to create new worlds from the dead ones, science allows for this feat to take place on this side of the laboratory whether with or without assistance from the others that will take up where you are to leave off once you would escape this mortal coil as we are each a living world in the process of dying while Here in this vessel in the middle of all this cosmic traffic as something big is about to happen wherever we are…’