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‘freedom of choice to jump into things we cannot understand while under the false impression that we know the truth instead of being the interpreters of this vague quality through our misadventures in time and space as the continuum keeps up this consistent grind of forward motion even as at periods it becomes a detriment to the people now influenced by such things, but industry pushes the gears assaulting one more meal worm of a human turd to be flushed outright at any given point when the house is full mooning over with no one ready to take the bets or cut a payment to hand out the dividends to those righteous winners determined to win at all costs whenever given the opportunity seeking out ideal proper compensation for it to appear as professional competence…’
out of Context;
‘we are hybrids in a universal plot kept as a tense reminder of offensive urges that taint the observer vicious against any novelty of humanity as compassionate extension of oneself contrasted against the rest of this awkward path to civilization by our merits as much our mistakes calcifying in the depths of the out there somewhere engaged in the investment of digesting the answers that timESPace has to offer when exploited by the opportunism inherent in our culture now, but isn’t easy to live with when things change their shapes quickly as though told in tales through the myopic scope of a Mankind’s limited diet of outside influence moving oneself held captive onto tormented ideals like islands in a vast empty sea catering to the ignorance on the dark side of any enlightenment…’
out of Context;
‘hidden between humanity and an antagonistic drive that compels our viciousness towards each other as though enemies since birth… as it takes time for us to get angry in a group when oppression and suppression have been peaces of this ideal from the start when superior and inferior are drawn from the totalitarian results lacking the substance to articulate dreams or creative forces beyond the material void present as all those static objects we seize, whether through courage and persistence to deliver a soluble force against all odds of selfishly grabbing at whatever will fill the holes whether drugs sex or rock n’ roll scrambling to edge closer to this meaningful individual with no ending too soon in sight…’
out of Context;
‘vitality that haunts as it flaunts all needs and accessibility of the others while the cutting off of those that perhaps deserve the greater reward of a future to look forward to though so many seem unable to grasp what that means without as principles of certainty to guide them as savage medieval weapons have cowed the multitudes since ancient times when a killing was everyone’s business and in that business was good, but we have reached a new point of no return in this singular millennium from which only a few things have escaped that were not of a material origin to start with as dimensions filter into our base of operations through the creatures developing on many layers of time and space as mind opens out to the future and relays this intrinsic circuitry…’
out of Context;
‘soon divisions of labor in the aftermath of making this civil lie a working system to use the people like ornery machines moving synchronized to the rhythm of tasks ahead as the trends and styles are surface opinions scraping and sculpting civilization’s impressions and hard set forward progress, surging with distinct strangenesses from the deep evolving into practical solutions that a refugee of this trivial civilization will not accept without much difficulty incorporating a compassionate programming into information that can manage these human quirks and assertions fluent throughout these human conditions inherent in destiny manifesting as human density taking up space to describe a future as needs dictate…’
“It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.”
~ Samuel Beckett; irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, poet and theater director.
out of Context;
‘presumed to be this or that pointing to reasons justifying our execution when death is as cold a certainty to confront although some few are saved from being exposed to this perjury in a peanut gallery of our peers whose embedded repetition is assuring us that everything is only to be okay if this stays the way it is Now, but i disagree with those threatening stages wholeheartedly when it is the we as these living performances keeping us all intrigued with should-have-been scenarios used training us to collect expected results like the ascent of the video game culture that soon leads to these newer systems of remote attack and monitoring endorsed by our fragile yet creeping opportunocracy terrorizing this populace at large with televised minions who bow before the craven institutions that have cultivated them…’
out of Context;
‘swallowing this mess is next to impossible as the strain forces us to choke up and out as darknesses swirl in to greet our conscious labors that were currently as awake until met by this present arrangement seething through our teeth when trying to speak though all that is left is the refuse as dark matters are fading away into nightmare sequence hidden except for the feeling of fright that exudes from this bare hole in which we now sleep filled with swirling dreams each leading us to our density Here…’
out of Context;
‘intentions of sometimes efficient activity to promote this speeding vessel toward inevitable conclusions unfathomable until the destination is reached, that we think we can prescribe in what we believe is best for others as simple but unnecessary to satisfying that cryptic urge to make unhappiness as real and palpable thing too just as potent a truth as it is for you or i to conceive of so easily while these crazy demons crawl the surface of this heathen earth in whose decadent spinning can appear further from whatever it is we merely assume to be truth, but is disguised behind disgusting mockery awareness that the clues are there sorting out in ethers as a primordial chthosis has made for us like ants inside this ant farm of the cosmic godhead as it tries reaching enlightenment…’
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‘victims now turned villains in whose ideals became harsh and twisted undergoing these nasty changes thoroughly warping the currents of society as they wash our minds ashore Here, ignored by the majority of the pawns and clones kept droning on about nothing of any real interest found trivial in the despotism convivial endorsing this old favoritism with some merchandise and subtle advertisements acting as propaganda in whose nazi symptoms of giving in to old marching orders in stomping out any bright sights they seize to smash them into darkness and then choices undermining ideals to disease the living substance as it tries to resist this decision, but seen as vivid soldiers to some as this shaping in reason as much seasoning the embellishments of a proposed future plan soon demand of the elite upper echelons in power…’