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‘their integrity of lies that defines a generation to come next in meeting a challenge profound and with the potential of the enlightened bits hanging over the heads of the ungainly apparatus that is ‘human’, and wonder what it is that messages were meant to say to us?… we look to the dark humors of those great and lost thinkers of the previous ages past, and we become fascinated just as easily as we come to reject our perceptions of what is real, coming to distrust that which does not appear to follow any familiar order of our individualistic views… we look to a darker vision than the one that appears to us naturally because of our fears feel justified in preventing the making of things the way we want them to be…’
out of Context;
‘inspiration in the form of healing that takes place when the social pathology throttling the collective mind collapses into dust, taking with it all the financial and materialist burden from humanity in order to reestablish the humane somewhere within us, but we are certainly not there yet even though it doesn’t hurt to push the consciousness beyond the brink of mere ego satisfaction… we are the middle ground or laboratory perhaps, the testing furnace where everything happens before it moves on to other avenues of valid expression Here, and the nature of diversity allows for such imperfections in humanity as corruption and evil to further sort out the “bad” eggs from “good”… careful not to crack the egg…’
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‘the capitalist pack mentality has killed too many that have not complied to the standards set forth by the authorities, but too many of us disguise our will through helplessness taken to intense extremes… this brings me to my own plight as the human animal i realize that i am, but there is an exaggerated gap between my mind and body, even as i realize as well that this is merely perceptual… i have a high respect for the imaginary arts that fuel work in more than the written word, all symbols that wield powers Here but from the vantage point of the unreal behind what is tangible in this real time, and we freely blend our existences from both realities… the literal and the false all have a point of entry to this plane…’
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‘i need to get out of this stage of being excited and frightened in the same breath as the rest of these ill-mannered verbal assaults, not letting my individual aspect to psyche so easily collapse under pressure of any unreal ideas curious what might happen, but in a perfect world maybe there is the perfection necessary to promote a mechanical type of natural harmony… however, this is no perfection what we have co-opted so haphazardly in establishing Here, and earth is the home where the heart is set as the outpost for drooling hordes of so-called “civilized” unrest ready to manage a real life among the humans… these are no tiny feats that one could use to create an unfaltering foundation for the rest of their breed extending outward with one body of atrophied genes…’
~Voltaire on the subject of crimes and misfortunes.
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‘initiate the constriction of the object… to contain what does not deserve to be locked away in a jar or a box, though it is difficult to feel the confidence surging to the surface of the skinny fellow i am, but am not convinced that i have a vision so minor as not to achieve it… if i do not try, it will fizzle to the next worthy contender whether i wish this or not to be the case, and the contents of this hard-set head is mixed between junk and gems of inestimable value that can only be sorted and collected by the rarest of authorities not beset by the urge to judge all things out of hand… some judge out of concern that nothing is going right…’
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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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‘coping with reality no matter how cruel or massive the information necessary to assimilate… the raving madness of the mind’s deepest fears and grief explored on a plane of experience that incorporates the multitude lessons with the other translations percolating to the surface of material made by human interjection, a fistful of anarchy just waiting to happen in so many diverse settings to fuel the riot to overthrow all states, and conquer those aspects of self that have escaped to commit harm upon others to places other than where humanity tries to thrive as there will be no easy classification of all beings into this or that category… the title of this piece is also due to the fact that most surface personalities prone to be projected at people as related to a functional arms-length mental defense…’
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‘adults create a code that changes over time but never in our lifetime, and the living unreality requires sacrifice to accomplish even a complete gesture for a continuous dream to emerge into the material plane as defined Here… we are now consuming the mind-to-computer-to-artificial intelligence connection to perhaps build a different body for ‘it’ to inhabit thus freeing those of us that might have chosen to disappear long ago from those who lead the way and stand beside the efficient run of things, but who are we to truly judge any other being in motion until those actions have led to submission to the powers that be, thinking anyone really owns the game being played by all of us together in facilitating the death of another human being let alone millions and millions?…’
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‘it is so totally unfair how we have let bureaucracy take over for our substance of freedom, what madness is this that sucks us into its grip, and then tethers us to one spot if we allow ourselves to appear complacent when really it is a case of doing what we what we can to free ourselves from the painful organization of fiends endlessly provoking us into their actions of choice… sometimes you have to learn how to feel like a villain, it is only by learning not to fear oneself that allows for unlimited adaptation to a treacherous world, and we are ill-equipped from the beginning because of a powerful cultural bias presented before our birth… how rotten is that?… we have no in-bred compassion, my friends, it is a learning experience in the ever-present…’