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‘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…’
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‘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…’
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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…’
out of Context;
‘something that remains remarkably important to the many but restricted by the few… there is virtually no one to make these difficult decisions for us even as we fulfill tasks set by bosses and supervisors as though there was a trusting soul somewhere embedded within, but there isn’t going to be a compassionate soul in there until the master/ slave dialectic becomes a partnership without bias or unnecessary altruism to lead the masses toward extinction, no one who saves unless we can save ourselves as individuals from this orgy abyss we writhe inside of as though it were a womblike bubble holding us back from cosmic harm…’
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‘ however, our pure resistance to the exploitation is not the only consistent piece of affliction that we seem to commiserate around a campfire heat at night, and everything appears hunky-dory when the break of dawn comes to enlighten the masses again from east to west as another revolution winds ’round and under our cultural belt… the mishap is that we trust implicitly that weaver at work on the cosmic tapestry, and what if we are a nanotechnology from another eon going deeper (through astral, etheric and material layers) as we ride the rest of that silver thread down into the pits of hell and back, as though a floating and dynamic bungee yo-yo fluctuating information along its route as carrier accelerating evenly between opposing realms as in a grand array of all dichotomies at once…’
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‘a dysfunctional lot to be thrown in with the other false gods trying to rub two nickels together to create change, loosely defined as the caged lunatics are set free then locked out to cull the herd that are left walking the streets too late at night though even night is no barrier to a real monster, but few ever get a chance to witness that atrocity up close without themselves being tragically snuffed out… we have homegrown film-born simulations of the actual thing, but the truth of the matter is always far stranger than the fiction interpreting the mixture in this place we are in, our lives becoming these entranced oblivious attempts at half-assery with a sophomore chivalry to boot it to the head instead of faking a mockery to the real live substance…’
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‘we have reached the apotheosis of that era of unbound discovery, now we have to explore those details further within the actual meat and marrow of the attitudes we take for granted… we laugh at others because we are so used to the role of the fool as a comic relief, but we don the serious apparel of the magus or magician when we want our understanding and focus to be respected, this is when the insult stings most and becomes a violence that reaches deeper than any cut or bruise… lingering long after the mortal wound as the person craves equalization or restored balance for the act which throws so much out of alignment, and so vengeance is the natural corollary to these injured feelings…’
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‘this is the civilized thing to do perhaps, to just give up and realize what we are, and what we are doing to ourselves and the planet as long as we are Here… the terrible wants that our humanity has allowed to spawn, has instilled within our latest brand of humanity a sense of paranoia for protecting the self that has never been quite as defined as it is now, and we are afraid of anything differing from what we are familiar with might entail for us personally… use of the so many different things to distract our attention from what stares at us from a million miles away, the sedation of humanity has been a disjointed endeavor that never quite works as fully as the powers that be might wish…’
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‘in many ancient times passed even as we recall the surface glamor romantic of the dark ages in history, there were roles that functioned on the human wavelength to utilize the physical prowess and hard-working capability of these creatures, but now there is the quality of an obsolete essence clothed in shrouds and death images to make it appear daunting to the naked witness… the digital plagues have come and gone as more of us engineer ways to function in that new reality in further and deeper ways than our imagination would normally allow, but that is how infused with progress we really are Here as the material moves to fulfill our requested actions albeit through a vessel that resembles vaguely human features…’