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‘values bold in penetrating like the ready girth of a baby’s soft fist thoroughly punching the guts of a status quorum with some lustful expectorance coughing up forth this and its vital juvenile embrace of a youthful vigor to figure thoughtful the sexual things as senectitude descends to slow upon this vital rage, boasting of attacks and encroachment into enemy territories unheard of by any but a handful of others who knew you back before these edges of awareness might have hit you to try sharpening your animal senses into being a rugged killing machine as we have idolized to life in this as bereft consumer atrophy as boldest of the many hold still in their place on the shelf while warriors primp and strut…’
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‘waves that panic because of obligations to other sources, information and energy as well as time and space used up in ways as that confuse or muddle conclusions along with communication that hinders us from ever really being aware of the consequences when real functions put the pressure upon us to perform well with the tease of the expert who has been through torments unknown to the mere dabbler or ‘joat’ in whose wishes are likened to that of great hoarding masters waiting for the proper period when personal wisdom will bloom to allow access on those stellar plateaus sometimes only dreamed of by our vulgar majority, and ever-resisting of that urge to smash our dreams against the grindstone of domestication trying to make this life work for us instead of staying under subtle strains of hostility…’
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‘finishing off in some kind of biblical climax where everyone can finally feel comfortable participating in this heavenly orgy as the mass of homogenized souls transferring experience into consciousness and back again in layered patterns frequent throughout charging and inspiring an eternal dynamism that surges forward sometimes no matter the resistance to change, and other times displaying the correction of forms that enables the so-called authority to hand down slick slit writs pouring forth from the blood of the working class used to attain the highest plateaus of platitudes demanding the cold attitude of some imperial martyr infatuated with the disgrace and their place within it as royal saviors to the people massed like cattle at the feet all the while a train of consequences is pulling into the station to wizen up the monarchs…’
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‘an end to reach the posterior that is to be assured of a bowel movement moving this lucid dream to crave fruition as a smorgasbord plunder of plenty shifting this as a bygone corny coping mechanism abused to excuse the evaded truth from knowledge ever becoming a reality to be seen casting aside all hope for the mouth-watering bargains to merger with the mass one has to offer whether consumer or product of the system, as visceral existence tapping into feral wanton decisions that our bodies will make for us whether we want this or not because these beings creating of themselves newer and newer generations of the unique consequence machine we are born spinning while Here upon a coarse ride to the grave whose unknown qualities pushing shivery cold an awareness once controlled by this thing…’
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
~ George Bernard Shaw; irish writer and playwright.
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‘within the constraints of the three-dimensional factors apparent in this paradigm of a fleshly organization to which we have inevitably become a part, the edifice as effigy is burning though no one really sees anything but the odd trickery cynical underneath this visual display of innocence as rotting from a state of idolatry cutting a community from actuality as people had believed that once one could purge the evil by burning it away though underlying causes never die or decay but move on into different hosting for harvesting signals to feed upon while infatuated with this parasitic paradise the way it goes, and when fear is the gateway to the fog of ancient shadows rising up from their darkened chthonic stasis frozen by timespans and a lack of form somewhere in the dust and slow to move…’
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‘reigns held by the turd reich distortions, ignoring compassion and subjecting us all to their dark advantage taken this mixture of heavens and hells a fixture on the conscious circuit charged with energy swirling digesting brewing the manifested glories and mistakes made meaty with weight and mighty decisions to yield truths that the majority will swallow without problem like pharmacological substances which induce those moments manufactured and manipulated by their creators, and then pumped out efficiently by distributors who do no wrong by admission of third-party bureaucracy taking hold as the newest middle class sold out and co-opted by the claimed functions of the consumer age whose dread is of being penniless in this material world of empty fanaticism and fashionable violence…’
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‘random vapid excuses all stitched together as quilted mistakes in personal responsibility gone astray, but the realizations we are forced to learn merely make us resentful deeper down in our soul if the pressure was put upon us by people believing themselves better or truly more aware than we who are roaming the streets ready to tear off a chunk of some fecal-breathing machine that tries to act the tough human even though it is not too wise to push other humans around like you own the place unless you accept responsibility for your actions… patience or a lack thereof slows a progress down to a snail’s crawl as drama flares up in spurts that force us to act out of turn with the rest making spastic dancers of a few among the restless…’
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‘a cruel world like this is not diseased or tainted by the affects of those tools abused for selfish purposes when the few that are capable have become corrupted by a limited view of any truth that serves only self-interest to purge the rest of the system of supposed false beliefs lying in wait to ensnare and deceive converting us into a group of liars whose lore makes prophet of the winning opportunist, and Here i am typing in tongues speaking as if the world were some solid state of order instead aware of the tiny shifting sands constantly keeping us upon our toes even when obligated to tow the line in the epic tugs of war ringing bells and dangling puppet rulers momentously strung along though accords to be pulled to get ejected out of planes…’
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‘the tongue fattens as the words begin to try speaking out forcefully through the mouth and jagged teeth as the mucus and drool leaks out a thousand times over again mocking the attempt each time until loss of breath has catapulted the consciousness outside of one’s immediate senses trying to reduce the feelings and thoughts into words creating their own meanings as neural pathways open and close, Here imparting an action and reaction to whosoever as beings made to move are alive and living for this moment to arrive compelling anticipation dripping with sweat and the racing heartbeats as the thrill of endorphins rise to meet the need for accepted means to an end sending the fireworks of signals sparking…’