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‘as time shifts, possibility opens and contracts like a giant dilating cyclopean eye perhaps the mind’s eye as seeing from a god’s perspective of selflessness that creates its own aura of selfishness contracting and narrows the connective tissue in these new synthetic gods we become, but are we the fools becoming leaders or the leaders becoming fools in the saturnalia that recycles our energy throughout the cosmos Here in the cult of tomorrow… the roles and energy get expended and moved about from creature to creature like a vast circuit that works channeled from a sudden involved understanding that ebbs into frustrated ignorance as we hit our lows on unique radii of timing that has moved long before we ever could have even been considered conscious entities, choosing to forget all this as we begin to attune…’
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‘this modern age moving beyond the solitary mind as it individuates experience equally between all of us, in tune and burning off those detrimental skins that continuously ignite and shed themselves from the darkened heart of the animal Man who relives the chaos of raw earthen desire and conflict, but this is merely another myth in the making as hell begins to appear to eat the deceptive cunning out from the new reality we are creating together which has no need of conspiracy except as marker for the stream of lies shooting out of the mouths of the artful interpreters taking the time to subtly weave each striking piece of artifice to the ideology depicted on the faces of these warriors racing for a finish line… the challenge subsumes the direct witness…’
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‘all the fashionable drugs and boutique excesses are in there for one to get rehabilitated away from in the assembly line functionality of our conversations and willingness to let all the information go through the cliche that we consider personal to put it mildly… as we equip our next generations to be prepared with the blankest of dedication that has b(r)ought all this “happiness” so far, right, or am i even lying to myself by now?… grinding the self smaller and smaller until not even the odd fingernail remains to be forgotten about by the cruelly systematic destruction that the oblivious few dare the masses to move away the old wheels pulling and wrench the steering out of control…’
out of Context;
‘beyond the old darkness, for some of us this ‘day of the dead’ is an articulation of whatever meaning can be personally derived from that loved one now gone and passed away into that particular state where all genes and thoughts are as one again with their separation to come as with the next saints in taking over the programming, and this is the presently-maintained awareness left to us in the wake of open tragic haste to feel the ways we have to feel in order to express the changes…’
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‘generations of a now self-imposed consumer system that requires ‘want’ and ‘need’ to be ideas of flow intermingled as though a product itself… a fractured piece of ourselves that came out of the “factory” faulty because it is the only part out of all of us that responds to humanity and its compassion which is the very same part that the empty among us are sorely missing for themselves, with their burned out eyes glowing in the dark of night, but certainly nightmares that walk awake in the daylight the image of human as well… we take the presence of these things for granted as though this really were the only way to live, but what of those who care less about cooperation and more about their own selfish gains as a path from human misery…’
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‘the hallowed Occupy Wall Street tangent began, and months after the whole paradigm-shifting started in Egypt if i am not mistaken Here… well, i am mistaken though only because more social factors than merely location has been present and building worldwide for decades at least as “superpowers” have become fitted in gilded cages of gold and silver and copper as well as any other extinguishable resource available to modern Mankind, but i am not bitter just disenfranchised and thoroughly anarchist in the right ways enough to make me WANT to change things for the better because i know we can make the difference between opposing forces at work in the world today… so i am passionate in the oddly distant armchair degree of civil disobedience, but at least i do go down to my local Occupation periodically…’
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‘a dead reality in the now-toxic thing that resembles a media-soaked blip on the screen, to describe just how far we have pushed the limits would take many hours to give and receive accurately among us and everyone we know surely testing the limits of our knowledge absorption because no matter the amount of connection between you and i there is an area where our minds will not meet on various topics… these places are where our differences lurk waiting to expose gaps in our unity with each other through ideas that make us wish to pull away…’
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‘with enough cults to choke a donkey even if you are active in animal rights i will not apologize for something said in jest to merely segue things along to another point in this one-sided version of reality Here where i hold your attention captive… we have turned a corner, you and i, in this real time relationship in words… you read because perhaps you are looking for answers that at first i do not think i have even though you may have observed otherwise, but this does not mean that i am completely oblivious to what you can see are fragments of my personality while moving about in the lands of the living, i observe and edit as i write this dung from which meaning may be derived…’
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‘to push the limits of human endurance as that dance of the perpetual rhythm always at work just under the skin, what humanity is could perhaps be described as a non-prophet not-for-profit group of people that are Here now in the real world trying to affect change for the positive which strong contingents of competitive forces have been progressively warping ever since a profit could be turned to the benefit of the corporate structure best, and under the nose of any one official who could help as with the proverbial movement of the mountains that is necessary to tackle before change becomes legislature that is accepted fairly universally… we have gotten too used to a society of incomplete ideas and random manipulations…’
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‘early concepts of adaptation as well as introduction to the collective idea of imagination so prolific in that inert consciousness below the psyche which encompasses the metaphysical unknowns of death and rebirth as our spirits remake this universe constantly with visions from the intriguingly infinite number of whole other plateaus and milieus where things are always differing to some degree out of phase with the rest of reality as we know it, but Here we have a “lord” disguised as imagery in the form of Uncle Sam whose presence has been deceptively simple to relate to others…’