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‘democratic general assembly pulled straight from the coffin that corruption commercial and industrial incorporations have shoved it back in the day before all this insane internet bullshit materialized, this where the interests acting in our interests have lost their fucking minds by corrupting democracy with a tainted taste of weird capitalist voodoo that uses words written in triplicate to define an angular place where self-interest is often lost to profit and bottom lines that get crossed in the real world that cannot be replicated on paper with harsh analysis alone… the ninety-nine percent of us feel used by this intricate system that defies explanation as easily for those who prefer to strategize struggling with the absolute terms relayed from others who might remain faceless voices for the rest of their lives…’
out of Context;
‘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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‘this life formed of egg and sperm as the breakdown or zero point perhaps for the organic life led to this day, and Here we meet again through the cacophony of the rational/ irrational arguments going on and off like switches between electric friends in empty rooms to lead the energies that flow like water back to the present tangential shapes that take place without the need for deed or reckless act…. only a certain amount given up for understanding the timing as it haunts the crevices of the reading brain in action as it analyzes what the filter allows to enter this mind, a distinct un-motion perhaps made even though i may seriously doubt that idea as absurd speculation on my part, and this is because the mind is organic portal grown with many cells …’
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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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‘redneck cultural terror fetish haunting the various tribes that have come together Here and at once, but not for the show only to grow with the experience and intertwine with the gibbous moon shining down on those who but glimpse this… the magic of the carpet ride demands that the time machine be broken because the alarm is too much to wake the dreamer out of fits as a tendency towards the somnambulate sleeping standing up for what is write, but silence rails against the disused and unfathomed on this phantom parallel we seek to describe Here although we have no necessary words to use in this improvisational cryptic script, the casual Luddite perhaps or some other anachronistic dandy in charge of nothing else but one’s own life… a poetic diatribe that eats the mind…’
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‘the animal urge produces no synergistic commodity, but instead an art of shuffling all of these objectified lives around us and even our own sometimes, sucked into the maelstrom at levels that reach beyond the soul and even this conscious awareness of our eventual oblivion… it tricks us and learns ways to get into our heads disguised as divine madness, but perhaps this is the repercussion of cultural changes as depicted by the artists and scribes divine in some way that eludes the direct mention under fearful oppressions that whine like a siren, that of the oppositional tool in the midst of a proactive awareness that sees only this excruciating cynical witty anomaly of human heredity and instinct… this animal trophy for a base opinion be quelled and dispelled of its fury in matchstick blaze…’
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‘there’s that old life challenge again to meet death in full frontal glory no matter what the price it rears in the end when the cost is that of the catastrophic life equation cast aside at swift liberty… the body reaches out but only a pitiful expectation returns to the fools that take their time too seriously in this the gloried hole where the inverse of wholeness plays a role in conception to this very cautious assembly of parts in control, but does that even stop us at all from thinking like we are the forces of control merely because we have independence through consciousness… though, where does even that come from i wonder aloud, and sit uncomfortably in my chair as i am aware of being oddly unaffected to some level in this… the vessel underneath…’
~George Bernard Shaw on imagination and creation and the desire of will.
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‘there is only a temporary haven of the ‘out-of-sight’ kind of sanctuary as darkened forces pervade every molecule in the cosmic stream whether we like that or not, the loose ends are always being tied by someone somewhere in the hiding shadow falling as the sun moves further out our unwieldy orbit a MAD extension (Machination Attempting Democracy) in spite of the corporate fetish fashionable among the TV watchers watching us right now… the monitors hidden by the heads thrown back in sad laughter at the state of things today, and the inhumans trained to dis-involve their true humanity until the time card is punched out…’
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‘this is not the point at all instead arriving at distraction ourselves as we see the reality before our eyes and mentally eviscerate the resemblance that hits our distaste button… we incinerate the incredible world around us, tearing down what cannot grow back so easily while at the same time reproducing more and more into oblivion as the mass sacrifice becomes greater and greater when those dead inside believe they have won, but the human crush lusting freedom cannot escape the thirsty causes erupting from destructive leisure initiating the productions of the subdued thrills to pull the violently degraded wool over half a millennium’s generations of lies coming together at once…’