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‘the pseudo-police of human behavior for their lack of enthusiasm that the current system is working justifiably or strong enough to handle all the reckless youth in the system today, their elder dinosaur minds from reptilian hives have been mistaken for the intriguing mysteries that lead to a wealth greater than ever could be valued on a material scale through the murky soup that is the ether in which our thoughts and possible selves sit awaiting for the restraints of vision to be taken away by the senses as they open up to the particular within and in-between… some of the builders got the designs right, and were allowed to exit into another reality, some would choose to believe that we remain in a product of a design gone wrong… but the truth never lies…’
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‘inside our minds, there are different concepts vying for control on the connecting pathways that drive our movements internally before they have become the externalized dose of material moving of its own interests, but we are not wholly locked this way forever as the indebtedness we exercise as guilt over the ephemeral chains that claim us all to these solid states of chaos masked as a real life game of human time taken linearly as a serious thing to draw us further into the swirling loop of confusing concepts and the indistinct blurry realities that float all around among us as the Muse’s visionary dream inhales breath of life from the human animal…’
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‘to say the least, the odd turkey-related behavior in praise of the god awful with its unholy seasonal shift once again at the edge of vision beginning with the usual feast-to-end-feasts as horrendous numbers of the nuclear family radioactive citizens waste without undue mass mimicry in one great conjoined ritual of these strange yearly increments that soon become followed by the decorations that signal yet another year leaving us by ourselves as the next year comes to quickly fill the place of the last one…’
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‘the only way to free oneself from this bizarre disbelief that is in an interdependent relationship with the manifest humanity has been to allow “space” for mind and body and soul to be suspended separately while still within the solid confines of the spatial body, and this usually is only to be enacted as a form of life-changing passage rite to adulthood in most cultures whose previous stance on the thing called ‘humanity’ as opposed to this supposed civilized nationality which has rejected ‘ancient knowledge’ steadily in the last two thousand years or so since… the debacle involving remnants of both bestial and social humanity as ritual myths began to change again since their primitive resemblance to interpreting the mutation of humanity from the base animal roots to the present aspect acting as social cog…’
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‘crash landing on Wall Street this past September 17th, the baying of the capitalist pigs has sunk to a new low so the people had no other choice than to retaliate in the most obscure and peaceful way possible, and they flocked to this cause young to aged alike on this first actual day of the occupation movement for most people as a worldwide solidarity began forming underneath the noses of those who might have seemed to lose hope for a new mission as some perhaps figured they would die before the next revolution came about… indeed some have died though not specifically as lost causes as many have written since grand time immemorial off into abyssal spaces of primal memory buried in the vast dark matter universe Here where the particles pulse and chime…’
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‘way past truly skeptical truths that smother their worth… the game is restriction of senses and information that would allow a realized momentum of escape from this corrupted civilized structure that must include possession of a strong sense of self for too many of us, the passive doormat collection that serves as an international justice league just recently starts to bottom out from the silent economic terror that has been perpetrated by this deranged factionalization of society’s muscle without certain constraint that requires some form of necessary understanding before making actions in the steady slithering stream that flows from the constraints of the smaller pond or pool of “water” in its horizontal journey to the larger body…’
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‘screaming, the pits of hellish anger and guilt grow deeper like infernal wounds underneath the subcutaneous fat of the domesticated human, pain that reaches beyond the nerve endings into the actual human mind as it bleeds through into thoughts and stray emotions alike to flay the virtual skin caged in the mind’s eye as a tormented picture show would throw depraved active images against those so darkened inside steamed brain juices… the projection of the soul upon windows called ‘eyes’ to those in the know…’
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‘do we really need to take ourselves out of the game we play for keeps as the imaginary fiends with their very real friends manipulate the urges out of us in massive doses to eject humanity for a pure and specific pyramid scheme to make us stolid robots of flesh and bone, and easily killed or expendably removed from play like the chess pawns in the strategy of world domination with so few becoming compassionate and determined enough to make the world a better place instead of the selfish hellhole it has been, few dark aged mental states have truly transcended this space because they were anchored in this material miasma distracted by ego fulfillment… if time and space make you uneasy, then you are not alone…’
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‘the venue and parking were abominable because of the faux wealthy atmosphere of the area, we were getting in just as the first headliner was finishing their set and standing in line for beer to cope with the stress of the driving just before, but i couldn’t let go of my angst and upset feelings just like the child i am even though she was sorry for getting so terribly furious with my behavior… i was being the selfish creep all night until the beer hit all the right spots after almost half an hour to forty-five minute wait, with the outdoor freshness getting more dense with each spliff lit up in excited relay of commemoration for the good time shared by everyone else but me…’
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‘finding out who or what i am to become before i am done… not really aware of any celebratory occasion, but there are many things going on all at once melding of the enmeshed personality strands representing the various formula and equations on a different level of sequence at the same time as the distortion of self rises up and out of the miasma as humanity’s birth, patterns do not give up their secrets that easily however… like maps they need to be read and then re-read before there is a manageable sense of direction, where you are at at any given point in relation to everything else at the same time Here, but travel is skewed by shifting ideas of light and darkness filtering through each other to create varying shades of life…’