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‘throughout a furnace of the soul as the sweat hangs limp in that diesel breeze cooling and drying this stink onto us forcing us into re-washing everything dirty and damp with ideal clean routines that due the trick to kirk imagination from our fingertips as we lose touch within our dreams for the absolute certainty that takes place when there is no one but ourselves to guide us, and find us lacking as that diabolical critic manipulating the social physics universal amongst us to make everyone feel oppressed and depressed and distressed at that weighty amount of condemnation to relieve the burden we have become as that turd in the punchbowl floating mysteriously dropped by someone who enjoys leaving the mess for someone else to clean up as it takes a real lack of humanity…’
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‘nature’s truth commanding pawns to murmur with rumors and gossip too flippant to be true lost among the pillars of the community whose immunity and indifference to their own foibles can utterly render this reality banal and stagnant as the marching squadrons collapse yet another civilized group of residents native to a part of the earth found guilty by the power-mongers’ forces colliding with their ache of compassion, and beginning to worm into the heart of an omission carrying out bitter fights to exorcise any peaceful agreement from within sterilizing the new meanings with a bitter end game face as the assholes take their place upon the human stages that loop and continue to craze that massive untamed madness that humanity has become with these cesspool deliveries as barren from lazy behavior as from the hollow cost…’
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‘cozy as the baby ignorant we once were conceived as, ensnared and caught in a crossfire when growth and self-awareness are achieved to be deceived by this system as it tells us not to care too much about the rest of the cattle led to slaughter to dine as sacrifice fighting a survival game instinct distinct in its vapid and compassionless push to create a simple world where nothing viewed as false is considered true as though to be absolute and certain of this concrete example forever, and as landmarks and watermarks made once the reigns swept away by the winds of change spinning this roulette ever onward in toward pursuit of dreams made real by doses of antagonistic dread ascending to higher realms as yet to still be possessed by a ritualizing of nature programmed…’
out of Context;
‘only a few to lead you as guide through the threshold of temperance modeled after the gods and monsters of the mysterious world you are receiving in these words as gateway to access your potential attempt at this perception of yourself from a distance kept as a lesson or homunculus to teach you the moral of what you did wrong to get Here… substantial qualities that humble seekers of truth to the facts of wisdom a thread at a time like Theseus in the labyrinth winding a way through this maze that strikes most ready as the serpent to find a vein within the vain attempts of humans who conquer and tap upon a venomous strain of endorphins released through the mainstream of this system watching mass diseases paralyze the plans of individual people…’
“To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived.”
~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; scottish author and physician.
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‘this is not ever in an end of itself trapped to repeat the same steps in sequence with the others dancing lost oblivious in tempo with the many various oscillations that vibrate together to equate this universe as one entity as it tries understanding us from both inside and out with numbers of people not caring about stating the obvious to the others who like themselves pay attention to only those shallowest depths that couldn’t even catch the emotional drip of percolating memories and experience brewing these fascinating human beings alive born Now unto the current paradise losing the struggle to cancerous forces as multiplying and decimating an unknown amount of future potential, this spirit a mirror breaks all illusions reflected back at those whom believe the lies…’
out of Context;
‘turns of fate made future of fortune for time is in those choices knowing as though having been through this routine cycle of shedding skins of the many witnesses before within a few other forms up until now processed perception of personal truths by many a various loophole this system has embedded deep within whose roles begin as being to move these creatures one at a time through the cosmic colon, or toward attaining the stained status as leader in the puppet string theory of modern day polititricks learned by the white banal privilege of a Mankind still attempting to drain all sweet innocence into some commodified cultish by-product to be shipped and exploited without any single thread of compassion in the business of progression previewing the intents of a civilization trying to defend its position…’
out of Context;
‘yet another minion-to-be still jogging on that treadmill making efficient the units of erg humming up and down like a heartbeat pulsing behind us, trailing this bloody accident as the emotional baggage weighing into us as much onto our invisible burdens that life shifts for us as we travel picking up various new insights as they are revealed opens to us when seeming to occur from out of thin err as mistakes stack against the impenetrable position we have built for defense though all these defensive beings bump and grind in an autonomous dreaming under the neon lights that cut deeper into our psychic impressions of what is than anything else can or will glaring stained color, but it is this that does not mean anything at all in training us to fall…’
out of Context;
‘the civilized cracking back forced trying to stay aware of many factors before the attackers loom out of this human darkness to strike fear into these hearts of humanity whose pool of resources stretch far and wide among the sections and segments of the popu-lace strewn through to tie us all together hewn rough like the growing woods as trees reaching fingers up toward the sky to touch the sun… craving a satisfaction compared to this sadist factory churning out highly educated sociopaths and killers who yearn to grip the world in their palms as it spins using any means to this end as the villains who dot history with a pain as much lingering shames to plague the future earnings of humanity in whose stellar plateaus are yet to be met stage where the real is…’
out of Context;
‘relying upon the adaptation of the survivors to raise their statues and build their temples on up to the stars as landmarks sending appeasement signals from afar to call forth the Others who have the persistence to stand forward taking on all who opposes with animal courage to push defeat onto those enemies regarded as deadly or perhaps resistant of as in how easily they may be caught or subdued, but ending not as the defeated in epic dramatic battles for supremacy as one and then another takes power over the waiting people managed and attacked with no warning or compassion as when a belief in empathy should overtake a rationale to treat your enemy distant from yourself though not necessarily a friend if we could only keep in mind that we have…’