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‘a new township of toxified nature made death in cancerous watery sublimation of the living breath that has taken so many lives as is already in abundance and waiting to arrive, but yet there are these little intrigues that humanity gets sucked and fucked up into as obsession takes the soul core of control tempering the curiosity as everyone has taken and given for granted as respect for the distinction the terrible honor of killing by decision or decree signing the name to command and authorize severe penalties from one who sits too far from the view of the slaughter…’
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‘meaning which might remain unobserved in general for which we are able to scrape by with little more than contentment at our side… it has been too long since i began taking people into consideration again, i feel it is we who are lacking something to call with certainty proof of our humanity as human beings, but we do not seem to consume ourselves with too much guilt in all our raping and pillaging and plundering society because we allow the few to suffer such excruciating ends without even a simple means of beginning with some justified equilibrium… and so it has been for all those involved…’
out of Context;
‘the burden of the beast with mind alike in such a way as no casual joy can be found in the simple words strung together loosely as though interjected by the amateur who is in this merely for the money, and knows a way to find a profit or a prophet when they seize one, this oily discharge the wrath of god whose bones were used to make my bread fluffy and rise with only the effort required of the artistic shaman at work in the modern sense of decay… not a baker’s dozen for anyone, to mean there is an end is to end by all means the expression made-up to look pretty to anyone who might fall for the trap this crap made from symbols that i have whittled away…’
out of Context;
‘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…’
out of Context;
‘awareness for logical conclusions to which would naturally allow the stable ideas of liberty that can bring most of us together instead of driving ourselves apart… the mechanical lust that has forced our hand to throw down the gauntlet in protection of the raping machine as the faceless progress rolling over a humane organism whose corpse need not appear dead at all Here even as the chrome and wires and circuits raise hell all over the flesh like a bad scene from Superman III perhaps, an aw-shucks-to-position oneself condemning the more protozoan of us to death everlasting in a very base assessment of pure logic and absolution by riddle, but my thoughts and words are merely conjecture until proven as otherwise or until fear has pried loose the truth from cold dead hands…’
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‘our wasted lip service to speak truth in a brutal way, and we may not like hearing what the outside perspectives are saying even as their words are thrown away like the debris in the streets to be scattered among the rest of us Here trying to make a personal retreat through the bullshit that more become too tired to refuse the burdens shifting… we sit in a womb state where those just waiting to be opened up to the real seed of enlightenment leads to experiencing the unique rich whole of what the world has too often in its diversity working to complete the cycle of transitioning states that the chemical mind and the emotional body are constantly regulating between forces and finite things into a manure-like mush that grows whatever it likes…’
out of Context;
‘Here current heinous trends present the climates of struggle and mayhem that do follow in the wake of revolution, we are hoping toward the future for comforting the images to reinforce a stable goal where the commodities are the source of our empires’ wealth and glory, but this information is false as a conclusion to make because the real source of the production is in the mind of the worker… any other impressions are misguided by opinion as what is opposed to any insightful reason on intuition is this psychotic break from reality in an unprecedented lose/ lose scenario…’
out of Context;
‘as avatars from the mark of a deranged group of minds while the past making waves ripple out further Here in the future where restless are the spirits as that now the nowhere has come around to offend the arch-evil with a new approach and a rationale to an old problem that has occurred before this… the felling of the established paradigm of authority after the shine has worn to a rusted collapse as the machine buckles against the vibrant positive energy of the social mind that meets at grand cross-sections of people, the classic model is one that states eventually the sudden changes resurrect a hierarchy working out of sight to achieve greater goals inclusive to a few who might think they know what is best based upon a pointed opinion without any actual participation…’
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‘these bastards in power have the stamp of approval from the top down while no one ever asks the soldier or the families if they ever approved of this… we are traitors to our own kindness as we mock the very idea of respect by allowing the battered bones of the dead to be put in mass graves stashed away like shit beneath the outhouse, and as the unknown soldier groans for relief of duty, the madness of a saddened face jerks to one side to look away… burned and scarred by chemicals used as weapons in the ever-revolving doors of combat that many are pushed through in order to collide head-first into the people trained to be our only enemy, who suffer the same fate as our own ‘Merikan version…’
out of Context;
‘to stick with the subject at hand as priority, the vast encyclopedic scope of information is so incredibly useful as well as being uncensored to a point, and i feel that this is one aspect that might soon be threatened by acts of malicious intent… how big business conspires with big government to make the puppets dance around on DNA strands of dollars and sense, what little there is that is common in this anonymous day of age when time slows to a crawl before our very eyes astonished as though it would have never happened, but that is the chicanery or rub that what we believe isn’t always so sound to stack all hopes and esteem under pressures and strain of faith in extremes…’