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‘as a warrior upon perhaps a purest path to take past all perverted grace of leprous debt insane resuscitated joining hands to force the energy forth like hardcore flaneurs roaming the streets with no hope for a future setting of day and night in cycles of systematic repetition… not nihilists but hopeless idlers wandering aimlessly through dark stone columns of souls variously lit at spots like some vibrant everlasting torch or candle expelling darkness in a short halo around its view of the city, the pants are worn at the knees and see-through to some degree while these stains from the blood will not go away, and the washing machines walk among the mad unyielding fiends you get used to seeing everyday…’
out of Context;
‘straining in attempt to see what others might consider a veiled truth lurking in the cosmic underbrush as it is hidden by so much distracting matter… whether it is far nobler to give in to the mighty truths of others, giving their systems the upper hand for your own learned intelligence which by proxy gives them the power to state ugly words and terms of hateful hidden gestures over your life’s work for decades to come, but the rebellion comes in so many forms capable to shatter the current mode of deranged stasis to which we have become all-too accustomed as the rage in our hearts builds to greater and greater extents as the rebels begin to overpopulate those wishing to maintain this thing the way it is… oh, the precious interpretations are out there, dear reader…’
out of Context;
‘the conscious kinetic tingling with charisma through the magnetic personal energy, mutates but does not conform to every serious thinker that believes they hold weight, and melding reaction and its mentalism recreated as side effect the thoughtless tractor pull… no patience for the stayed and true, tradition breaks people overcurious for more, friction in tension with the sparking of attention altering time/ space/ and conscious matter… far outweighs the lurking quality, manifested thinking while others holler hallowed the fodder with random assuage in shallow pursuit of lingering moral excess, and writing by night light and other avenues of the weak end… docked into the new understanding while couched in understatement…’
out of Context;
‘the pieces are there whether obscured or otherwise because the other people have put them in the way like obstacles as they have lived and died together, the energy recycles and stirs the rest of this cosmic stew, and we all eat from this guesspool of proteins and protons in real-time space… we speak of small miracles to submit to a truth beyond ourselves, beyond our frequency to realize honestly among the liars that surround and defile that calloused witness through the lifetimes of experience acting as layers of atmosphere that gets tighter as we allow ourselves to choose and be chosen Here…’
out of Context;
‘the dragging feeling tries to harvest our stinking atrophied energies, or rather what is left afterward to be harvested properly is what the energies we mingle with brings to the surface, like sweat through our pores in fits of fear or ecstasy as we release the beast within our cells of the divided and conquered… we race to find cures to things only the wealthy are trying to fund as part of their plans in prophecy to wrack havoc with the real patrons of the movements in this place, in all its flawed appeal and production of commodified trysts tightening the woven fabric of this cosmic thing…’
out of Context;
‘method giving rise to the madness in the streets, as the corrupted take their force and intent into the halls of authority, and throwing money at the raw and unyielding problems fermenting among the people outside… the pattern of solution too random to actively find, frustration met by so many who push through the gristle of intellectual and emotional persistence, but yet the state of persistence drives us forward through the dirt and mud as we cannot bring relief to our own detriment Here… the smaller blood-suckers will always appear in the tiny forms to incarnate on this planet, but channeled through the flow of energies allows the creature to access higher levels of awareness, eventually culminating in the birth into a human vessel to wade around in this living sea of beings…’
out of Context;
‘leaving us trusting the false idols whose chatter forms a cacophonous mess from which it is quite difficult to discern whether to go or stay, the data is always in flux to feel out the weaknesses and impurities from within, and this action can betray the dense causality surrounding the precarious knowledge of information and the digital age as we go deeper… we embed ourselves in dark territories in order to overcome the harm inflicted by forces out of our control, the more we strike out among our enemies the more respect we naturally harvest from this cruel plateau to which we have succumb, but there are still mysteries that will evade conscious analysis and classification…’
out of Context;
‘few clues to support that we have ever been kept manipulated from the start with legends created to channel our efforts into the pockets of those who would benefit most from that potential energy… we are each avatars of a different meta-species that descends from other realms outside of our own phantasmal scope of rational analysis and focused awareness, we come together in the world of universal flesh with diversity cutting marks into walls as our progress moves further beyond our homes in establishing the human quality, and we are fooled by these suits of skin hiding any true nature underneath this sensitive subjective display of traits… in the act of pursuit for the perfection of qualities among the breeding stock…’
out of Context;
‘maybe paragraph breaks would mean the world of difference as to actually being interpreted coherently, but few streams of consciousness are succinct in their methods with few people being able to interpret accurately their own sorted feelings on everything… our culture kills those that are not part of the cell, and anything that goes beyond that “god” wall is sacrificed for the intent and purpose of innovative nature, as death is not always that great equalizer for everyone…’
