out of Context;
‘waiting and searching through the floating cosmic debris as constantly these systems of delivery which surround our paradigm without our noticing most of the time as we are kept focused upon our own purposes while Here suffering through the worst of it to learn, but it is noted that as passengers we do not need to only confine our time and energy into the abusive modes of the others who act as doppelgängers of our shadow souls projecting onto us the dismal reflection a few of us are still developing through as a ‘devil’s gauntlet’ perhaps lodged somewhere permanent in the ‘dark night of the soul’ in the out there vacant though more than half full… woe be to whosoever feels that gauntlet striking them hard…’
out of Context;
‘running off-street into vast absent voids act as persistent personal social demons provoking fear before respect out of the oblivious horde whose whim means nothing one-by-one as a massive beast it outgrows its constraints rather quickly it would appear vile instincts to survive that never were acknowledged prior to this warped running of bulls and their shit stimulated for our proposed benefit inside of a sprawling machine of industry with an evil finger deep everywhere, lodged in the cesspools floating with obnoxious hooligans valuing only the juvenile mirth of the bully tormenting perceived lesser minions leading to the doomed existence for little to none of a real reason being Here trapped in the dirt…’
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‘the easel pondered upon by the artist as clarity syphons mind toward the material where this interpreter is idly aware of art as something outside of the Self less perceived, a caricature cut from ideas left to be fused together into a pastiche that reveals little to the lurking tainted eyes of the observers perverted in their dreams and a horrid fantasy of what reality can be by their obnoxious greeds agreed to between each other that this vision is a glorious one despite the vanity in captivating the world at large suspended in disbelief as solution to conceive of the mutilating grotesque in humanity growing fetid, and clenching the tools that no small minds can achieve…’
out of Context;
‘very few things which go to waste energetically as it is this transient currency which there is not certainty within a substance except for the always-shifting nature in its flows as like the liquid becomes a solid or gas if the conditions for this to occur are right not necessarily needing stars to align but it helps… but this does not mean light cannot bend like rules to our favor once we have learned all needed complex formula to translate intention into a reflex memory which will serve the magician throughout in the term of their lives much as algebra serves as a ‘reunion of broken parts’ when there are pieces of debris lying as much as scattered manifolds hiding many universes inside on site unseen by the naked eye alone, meaning like seeds are deep inside…’
“True guilt is guilt at the obligation one owes to oneself to be oneself. False guilt is guilt felt at not being what other people feel one ought to be or assume that one is.”
~ Ronald David Laing; scottish psychiatrist.
out of Context;
‘under superstitious constraints as conflicted between an antagonistic faith and untethered curiosity in evolving from these electro-magnetic states to a greater understanding beyond mere flesh, coming home to that Other within ourselves that somehow separates from us when we reach all these new spiritual plateaus as each a different set of rules and rhythms to adapt and to metadapt (cellular adaptation) to as well when everything seems at odds before the evens… the rules can collapse just like the body in moments of deterioration collaborating to the mosaic we call ‘history’ maybe a bit too frequently nasty in the collective cesspool of a tragedy sadly pronouncing most of us ‘doomed’ prior to being born…’
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‘history as failed experiment infecting tired broken systems that have spent most of the “good times†aligned with a most horrid collection of imbeciles at beck and call to be summoned like the aforementioned demons… the lure of lore can paralyze the witness with dreams and fantasies in rendering some of these surreal ideas for real in the manifest density confused with the abstracted urge of symbols and signals in an attempting of a mutual understanding with the world about what it means to exist as the being and the concept bound together immutable and interminable as many a question that seeps through the warped dynamic glimmer all around us, as the terrain goes out from under our feet when feigning the defeat can keep a person from being utterly debased by the scythe of fate…’
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‘dramatically… we all require the ability to adapt to our surroundings in order to strive instead of dying out in minor stints before the extincts kick in triggering our synapses to end in death like a sociological tsunami dragging this old world of certainty into debris and danger as falling objections commence to commiserate with the rest finding that nothing makes sense Here where humanity lives as both a slave and a master tormenting each one of us who resists this ignorant bliss fisting us from the abyss we avoid like the plague as if most of us ever know what that means, most of us cannot afford to try understanding when the weight of others obliges us to move in directions without thinking…’
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‘draw upon myths and their corresponding elements of truth sometimes subtle or hidden throughout the patterns evolving between time flows, and are yet not cured of these deviant behaviors maligned and intermingled by the residents of the heathen earth wrapped up in their own situations to a fault making the curious cruel by leaps and bounds of the abstract imagination upholding a primal code finding ourselves blocked by the antagonistic forces digesting an opinion that isn’t their own Here… when the royalty of Europe later claimed divine rules and sat upon their thrones rather than bodies in the battlefield…’
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‘pretending to believe a skewed idea of greater good that means so much more than qualities of human kindness universally reinforced with a positive reinforcement to endorse that anyone can do it through their own freedom of choice as much as believing in oneself more than those disparaging remarks made by the jealous, as we have the choice to turn our attentions away from that atrophy and decay devoured by the birds of prey that flock together tearing out pieces that can never be replaced as they were in order to sort out the weak from the strong when we all stand equal to each other after the fact of past tense inside of this ephemeral existence as a ghost searching for meaning in all the systems we are seeking…’