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‘we are the discounted and occluded, we stem from a systemic ignorance that seems to ignore what real suffering is, but the question will hang until it becomes so terribly true… are we the doomed?… the instinct says one thing, but the intuition can quite a bit differ from being agreeably bound into one form, torturing the living inhabitants of these human animals to no end… the hieroglyphs scar the cavern walls seeking meaning where once there was a different kind of symbolism, the gestures that can only be guessed at from one static remainder, and this process of history keeps being wiled away from the minds needing nourishment the most… thoughts eaten of their impact by a scandalous second guess symptomatic of the cringing base of our behavior…’
out of Context;
‘trying to find a strong decisive attitude among the weak feels next to impossible for anyone like me who does not appear to give any bit of a shit for any other beings but themselves, one can put on the mask of concern just as easily as the mask of disgust, and usually it is these roles that make us fake a sense of things as they are when really there is no idea in our heads as to what the next step might be Here… we tremble and shiver as the cold realization sends chilling sparks down our spines, and we each realize we must get moving to resolve something without an obvious solution, not just going through the random motions of abuse as befits our idiot arrogance… the real truths are not some abstract principle…’
out of Context;
‘this is all the trash that needs to be sorted out properly in order for the patterns to be changed with a solid foundation in reality instead utter lack of respect for anyone else that could possibly grow to enjoy my company, you need to leave me without this emotional grip like a collection of bad memeories hanging around long enough to jinx the whole relationship i have with my well-being, and what little sanity remains with the others around me… the corrupt hands of my negative side hangs limp in the air, the living shadow that has no reason to stall for more time Here, and this is because it is not wanted where living things dare… it has become a bomb instead of carrot held over the head to lead a crusade…’
out of Context;
‘the titanic fiends with their apocryphal dreams hardwired into their heads without a single regard for a real human life, but rather just the repetition of this life that gives way to an unused potential through greed and manipulation and this survival urge twisted into a game to be played by those without even knowledge of rules, the frightened cower there in their own selfish pools of urine as the form drops dead without warning… though this is only a symptom of how wrong we can be, and the repercussions of standing by those concepts through to an unholy fruition for mad ideas bordering on false glory…’
out of Context;
‘the ego-driven majority planning assaults on the human psyche… we must end this diseased oppression that makes the sickness too serious to bear by this society as a whole, and it is the fault of the individual in not bringing to the forefront the wrongs to be corrected in the capitalist cesspool, our money is nowhere to be found in our pockets as labor translates directly into sustainability… the dueling sides alive inside the divided person’s mind, conceive the fantastic strictness of which we uphold as holy this ideal of perfection unrelenting from the false god force that tries to ignite the world into flames…’
out of Context;
‘it is necessary to use these words we have chosen to say more than can be easily expressed… we have a difficult task to try and make our challenges worthwhile in the same breath as being willing to challenge our unconscious resistance to understanding, but still cannot merely put all of our energy into one avenue of thought or conceptualization because that leaves too much beyond the doorway to scare us into submission… we must have no fear when trying to complete this quizzing reality each before us… the puzzles presented are the abstraction of ancient history, and we have need of our observant guides from within before the civilization becomes caustic as another dark experiment in space, but how to pay attention properly to their words?…’
out of Context;
‘only gods cull their flock to take some and leave the rest to learn greater lessons, those left are treasured by pillaging machine that society becomes in a blank and static age, but the rape of the earth and its resources leaves many of us the villainous culprits by default… so take out all the loans you can, and smoke them while you have got them, maybe at least then those left can finally reset this terrible situation… gloat the bloated corpse with its painted disgraceful ways, sitting in that funeral home basement waiting to be shown like a dead debutante in the grim glory of them who have something left to live for, and as a reminder of what we have yet to escape from now… the lesson of mortality…’
out of Context;
‘the mortal stab into flesh that wounds and betrays the human urge to die when this rotten thing plays games against righteous change, that familiar system we have grown to love to hate as the blame wears on, and the shallow things still roam the earth like twisted and disguised and disgusted creatures that try to control life even as life contradicts their ways… sometimes this all reaches far too deep to leave alone into that pit of fears called ‘gun’, where virtual motive and actual motive are conjoined as twin energies released from inside this lurching brain transistor as the signals reach the dissected pace made to move through the skin encasing so thinly this virtual plane of reality…’
out of Context;
‘the day off in this weird state of disgrace is not a fair trade for less pay these days, as the heat grows worse by the seconds ticking away, and trapped in a hoodoo series of obstacles to prevent safe passage to the unwary… the shadows hold more than empty within them, you are the shadow when you are dead, and thus need to make whole your own dreams of unique selective direction… the dystopia opens out into one’s soul hoping for glimmers of respect in the eyes of the many, while the cruel cycles twist the winds into directions that give no yield to human harmony, and the fragments of sanity that compel one to subdue the true self is really insanity…’
out of Context;
‘the ghosts in every room look at us much differently than we look at each other as flesh and bone creatures, their shadows are longer and resist the darkness as a means of transposing their substance which is now dark matter/ energy carrying the conscious as an intangible vessel, but these things we are only supposed to learn as fiction becomes real to all of our senses at once… the vanguard of the singularity, as though it were like a gateway to another dimension, is what one might term the ‘Singular’… at one time, the scales lift and lower to reveal the shock that comes with this transcendental growth that purges from our minds as though like a wave of particles shooting across the room from our mind’s eye…’