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‘plot twists become more apparent or transparent as the case may be sooner than we think as the destroyed pieces left charred creating itself anew remains untouched by human frailties to subsume again by authority of nature’s grasp held highly above the heads of the Mankind who has force fed the mother on His poisons distilled from Her beauties borne each children of the surrounding territories as shepherds and friendly families of farming as communities respecting the inherent beliefs instilled by godless signals communicated directly from one source toward any of the one’s who would listen though few are true to the response the consensus godhead would allow reality to form into, but the Now takes shape anyway no matter the differences as created awkwardly distressed by this life or the next ones…’
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‘casting that saturnalian cornucopia set short against a backdrop of Clemmons’ situational aesthetics in principle becoming action gashing out the eye of a preconceived notional taboo with the one long goddamn motherfucking pinkie nail that says …”maybe you will die from this or maybe you won’t” though survival leaves all sorts of scars behind into wounded truths half-abused to our deaths respectively wrongly conceived as badly running gag force fed what another’s understanding meant only to them beginning and ending as butcher and meat considered a crude symbiosis gory slick with blood and oils in a quicksand vacuum then of Manmade toxic creation after the fact it releases into a time-sensitive exhibit extolling virtues by the dozens and the vices wrapped up tightly nightly are over guilty feelings whose self-discipline makes for unique relationships between people…’
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‘proof of instinctual voices kept at bay for one’s own reasons and troubled consciences in convincing any other in debates of declarative statements subtly promoting the ego to controlling status, and dominating by threats of debt and holding future generations form for this bureaucrat and more than likely his bureau-crass-crazy ass scheme to curse the Other’s family with a stigma so unrelenting that nothing but those intermissions of these personal agents of the general law inserting themselves as deeply into the situation as possible while infecting all with the same kind of govern-us-mental spew toxified up to the waste in fresh err burning rivers of drinkable water, but it never stops there either when the transference of power warps us so dramatically as if the elixir were only the material component manifested to allow the spirits…’
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‘motion digesting the moves as frugal centrifuge refusing to die with everything that can be spent its states of being lucid dreaming at rest at best questions unanswered confessing consequence by obliterating witness can dead or alive sometimes comes back to die again demanding the fall of corrupted elders in whose just was jest at best an arrest through answers too heavy to fathom to full content queasy even to nauseous revolt as the eye divine sees in vivisecting sways of color with this system’s use of words scratching wounds that don’t bleed but never heal to be the only thing revealing latter day half-truths as proof of whose dead eyes seeing the believing in full fruit dropping it once the bitter juice bleeds through condemning the natural witches’ brew underneath as cycles of demons disguised…’
out of Context;
‘inside mothers’ tomb of roiling sloughing skein of fluid disengaging us from stage one of the experimental foray into birth as primal humanity borne of happenstance and causality blending in formulaic brew the distinctive parts and traits of ancestry involved, the peak of human civilization attempting everything there is to cross thresholds bounded only by spirits that have lost their flavor for helping handouts in missionary position postulating the end of this perspective pushing boundaries tempting taboos lifting witnessed only by a few shagging on the carpet scraping enough to gather burns and fleas from dicks in pussies naked asses swaying exempted from by square few too tightly wound to prepare for orgiastic proportions of blood sweat and tears grinding pelvises through years of experiential exchange drifting between partners parting company…’
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‘gathered opinion gone awry, but why wait for a why when sometimes the want is enough to start a reaction chaining some same such minds together at the concept alone as individual features become tangential angelic elements blessing lower forms of life living now with generations of alien consciousness locking up our systems with instinctual data casually foregoing that brains grey matter batters against the whipping winds of conformity domesticating as society dictates a person should be, though the trigger finger always rings true with shots fired shat-wise through the chaotic crowd in a haze of uncertainly valued self-sustaining attitude depicting a selfless abandon…’
out of Context;
‘finite capacity overpopulated with potentiality assaulting our senses cryptically crawling to heights unheard of until the talk of perspective catches with a mindful existence tracing lines in these timESPace wanderings conquering a continuum of continental divides soured on the certainties of collapsing graces and habituated bliss warped the sharp shape toward the ablyss bound to pull us into its swirl of gravity well above the rest of those repetitive traits overlapping painful surges taking self toward selfless levels of conscious collaboration, but we are not merely possessed seekers searching for conclusions…’
out of Context;
‘treating the pain blind as it condemns the rest of the world as this potential tribe laid to waste by the hands of Mankind, the skilled assassin hounding jackals while the backup of others in as similar form crafted by psycho-politiical culling of the herd to summon those better than best at the role of death dealer to enemies of whatever state pays the best in their utmost capacity devised as the ultimate weapon by few of the military-industrial-commercial plague are these modern dark ages…’
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‘as butcher chop in twain animal calamity whose sudden and starkly strange contrasts are between a cursing and blessing sped by gravity insanity magma hot hand-eye coordination stationed in a few roles of performance metaphorically spoken for when animal distracted as aren’t we all some tragedy waiting to strike happening dumbstruck as if not accidentally on purpose enough for some of us depicting deviant sides of nature… the truly graceless face taking on the human miracle…’
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‘tonic through musical calibration echoing against of what ails a population deliberately acting as antidotes instead of anecdotes charged with components that attempt a conscious directed healing… as the bugs warp our invading of their territories at every unwary turn to make sense of what transpired from reference to memory with an accuracy from each pursuit to instill one’s person with confidence and commands of focus unobtainable by those still resistant to those natural changes loosed there is no wonder then why these things make no sense…’