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‘no more professionals just workers united to produce more junk that no one ever NEEDS to have, which does make us all artists in some regard in Andy Warhol’s words, but can leave the best and hardest working people we have left questioning why they are working so hard and what it is they are working toward… the toxic kinesis from one stage to the next in development of the perfected slave race to aid those ancient astronauts back from a time out of space, we build empires to satisfy our curious neuroses that speak of command and control over our peers, but that violent practice leads to revolt and destruction more often than not as it seeks to reach new insights…’
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‘more than just some hatched cthulhu muffin of insidious and delightful cake tasty goodness wherein the diamond-shaped world of sugar has struck more than a few dead from weakened immunities and harsh biological erosion on behalf of these glass-like insoluble edges as they cut through precious blood cells stricken with diabetes either from birth or over the years of steady consumption as the body rejects our sickening fixation on sweetness, and that is not even going into the starchy heart-clogging processed bread dust with fewer than few nutrients like the sugar, woe be to those whose battles against these ever-present foes has been constant and hungry and allowing for remarkable people to slip through the cracks… maybe our system is treated to raise a new creation into being through our own devious disguise…’
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‘we have devised a means to the next ends, each on our own quest to inhabit our own personal realm enmeshed with others in this particular station of time/ space limitation which makes me question what other limiting factors would present themselves into further dimensional habitability, and how is it that our former selves breakdown to reapply themselves into other visions and visionaries to create the realities made by dreams?… we inhabit these dreams that are not our own, but questioning always the root of our existence leads to distraction by other questions that linger and remain after the main options are transfigured for this lifeform we extract as this reality…’
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‘making the burning bushes fit into a slot left for a crucifixation peg, in other words recognizing that others’ judgment is provoked into being through the use of the most powerful of righteous example to make change occur, and after the fact many have abused the jargon of religious hegemony to make a king/ fool relationship out of these terminal human observances… in this case, it is the retaliation of the enslaved humans against the humans believing themselves to be masters of physical and esoteric secrets, and these ivory league elite being thick-headed enough to think that they are the only ones with this ability… a real example of the worst kinds of hoarders, keeping the sources of all forms of knowledge a private affair instead of a naturally free and public access…’
out of Context;
‘the titanic fiends with their apocryphal dreams hardwired into their heads without a single regard for a real human life, but rather just the repetition of this life that gives way to an unused potential through greed and manipulation and this survival urge twisted into a game to be played by those without even knowledge of rules, the frightened cower there in their own selfish pools of urine as the form drops dead without warning… though this is only a symptom of how wrong we can be, and the repercussions of standing by those concepts through to an unholy fruition for mad ideas bordering on false glory…’
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‘we are each our own law made manifest by the dual natures of certainty and its shadow opposition, in the dark matter which inhabits space the essence of mind creates/ fills that imaginary frame of time, and it hangs over our heads as the truth fascinates and infatuates the whores and the fiends who traipse in and out of influence over the aspects to our own world… we are mated with brilliant sparks called life that requires us to think inside as much as beyond ourselves, destined to make the maps necessary for the function of style in which we become accustomed and all-too righteous in defense of, but we make ourselves stare at the sun for reasons we could never possibly fathom if only to just imagine…’
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‘the parts of us teaching the rest how to conform to this bizarre living system our consciousness is housed within, and even our consciousness is made up of so many disparate pieces themselves, the mysteries each stuff their requisites into our minds as given knowledge for a specific purpose… or at least this is how it may seem… the parts and particles of the majority of traits always in the air and always in debate, this world challenges the ideas by making them each prove themselves through the unique facets of the truth they display…’
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‘something dark and extreme rolls down the tracks, the arms of ‘Merica marked with the glory holes stretched to reveal a tight fondness for abuse, and the masters we have allowed to lead us made good use of our fragile minds and emotions for the past four or five decades fundamentally to break down the resistance… however, they never realized that we are more than the sum of the parts, and a truly humane humanity will prevail overall as the hollow and fake fall from their prominent places in society… freedom is the crown to the tree of life…’
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‘with all domestication through television, is it not fitting that a violent social underclass would eventually overthrow the idea of peace, and especially in a system where we allow ancient white man to fuck with our minds on a daily basis…’
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‘profiting from the backwater crowd that makes their living toiling under the thumbs of a joyless future altogether wrong, working the machines that the commercial interest feels is necessary to make the masses furiously move into place, and to checkmate the opponents out of the game completely…’