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‘this basic digital alchemy to resurrect some facsimile of any former time signature inside the universal holographic representation of itself, the god mind displayed to the analysis of this human dimension questing and acted upon as a host is broken down and figured out by curious versions of this same creature residing as smaller units outside of our range of perception until we reach such a level in our own existence as only then might we seem to begin the journey of understanding a very real part of who we are collectively as much individually, but that is soon left for then appropriate parties whom have arrived long after these facts have been supposedly written into evidence that of the lingering primal self as cellular motor mind moving many human avatars…’
out of Context;
‘gathered Here dancing threatening advances away as bass sounds pound the flesh soaked in sweat trying to writhe gracefully, but winding down so slowly to persuade and manipulate the money out of wallets and into the digital coffers that grip and stroke the remedy out of the sexual stupidity throttled for yet more money and favors than can be bought though the servicing provided needs to be fully compensated well by whoever can afford it as immediately as is possible when the stability hinges on this often gradual build up of tension created when two or more humans seem to be unable to collaborate or compromise on any of preconceived standards easily agreed upon by most of a populace at large…’
out of Context;
‘the visceral missile warfare omniscience trying to condense our reality into a function that carve pieces out from those dark matters that be to shape them into sections of dark energy quantified by those powers that choose to be saint to our sinners faking their versions of a real winner to offset the real value of freedoms allowed as rights to the human contingent forced to choose limited options instead, and the betterment of a Mankind so cruel to the humanity in choosing not to follow these biased conclusions lost inside complexities of logic managed by such organic mechanisms pushing through the breach of a limited perspective with only a few pieces left to guide us each to an end as ourselves…’
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‘in a direction that some might consider as ‘corrupted’, but is merely another stage in this evolving chrysalis of humanity trying to become more maybe where consciousness has set a particular genetic standard than we were always hoping would change us into our images of personal gods somehow appeasing a deeper spiritual imagination playing with symbols that leads us to friction in stubborn dimensions as though trying to fit our beliefs into a box that few will ever see for what it truly is while it lives and breathes… psychic hearts trapped inside clutching the embrace of fate as displayed with affection when the romantic urge sets future needs ahead of the present as a packaged commodity to be bought and sold without explanation and shat out like any other product assembled autonomously in dark places…’
out of Context;
‘shocking a living substance back against its constraints as entombed and aching for exits… the resistance is a revolting future to behold when taken account that the eye to the beholder whose kin slays and defeats through empirical judgment and analysis bent toward ill gains distorted beyond those forces that would explain anything left of value to these howling nothingists in starkly martyred bits and bytes parading before ones choosing to disbelieve in this futile explanation for existence tense from the fools who love indiscriminately, culling destiny into dense little herds of human as pockets of proposed civilized perception whose false truths are worth zero to none of what our life has to tell us is a reality of connecting dots…’
out of Context;
’embedded in this human drama vivisecting this substantial vital essence into hybrids and distillations of traits and taint passed along as well as out there among the masses as massive if not more so than they used to be considering the changes in both the climate and an atmosphere of fear influence spills out like oily residues of the past creeping forward among us, in a variable genetic context that cannot ever be tracked as exactly or is specific enough to be taught as fact to children lowered on the totemic poles of opposition further than anyone else as the potentials filter through the system’s infected weeping wounds as tragedy eats us devoutly devouring each and every piece savored by a complex array of humanities’ saints and sinners with knife and needle teeth equal in each bite…’
out of Context;
‘curiosity reaching through endarkened ages that hold an information as a preserve to saturate our culture still to be utilized in another frame of reference when looked through with zoetropical eyes showing us our hopes and fears with whatever we can consider a moving honesty that what is felt seems mostly betrayed genius as we might come to think of our personal righteousness… possessed by the plenum in whose gases of which we are the partially pneumatic moving through this farce of now-historic miseries taking notes where we can stand as physagogues now placed against those beings who squirt our gaseous contents out over these distorted visions when even a lack of substance can make us feel more whole while inside of ourselves Here doubting the transcendental moments of humanity…’
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‘traits with another lost soul who wishes only the best for us and we for them in tapping a part of the ancestor hole filled with consequences from actions we have never made on our own, but it doesn’t stop us from being any more or less than we simply are while trapped Here mocking the irony of it all as Now is marching away to fight yet another battle with the shitty weapons of the worrisome as displayed like the scalps of previous soldiers and leaders who fought bravely though never knew that this is wherein their motions would lead while their comrades and other bodies were crumpling to the ground once struck down by a fire unbridled… as witness to the televised execution of things so that some kindnesses bare out the spoiled rotten fruits…’
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‘losses building a frenzy for distraction that alienates us from ourselves attempting to be better than that Other within us that takes its cues from the dead romantic endeavors that inspire us in legend and myth to epic high arts as yet to be undone amidst these mysteries of a humanity sorting itself from the insight out, assimilating all of the lessons to be gleaned from these all-too human dramas carrying themselves to the surface minus comfort or support which always occurs after the fact during traumatic periods like molten earth to boil up shifting what once was cold and solid into a fiery fluid broth that scalds the calm out of silent stony fringes of a dense sea of dirt and magma rising like a tide to wash those patented certainties out onto a crumbling assurance…’
“I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do. I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.”
~ Robert Anson Heinlein; american science fiction author.