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Exit Jesus Strategy

interpretation as high art turned manipulative in the pursuit of powerful icons and the new system to encapsulate isolate and insulate people from themselves and others of the species whose goals might be bordering upon the shores of daring into sharing these pieces of a related information to one another without malice or opposition to dreaming from the opportunists in our ranks, i admit that not everyone is a monster in needing even through this adversity to express the painful repercussions of reality be marked as a victim by the system smelted and dealt with as a minion of some righteous power mechanism Here in stark contrast to our ideal of freedoms, but we possess more in common with the demons as much as the angels and all of their religious roots going around and coming back through further opening in the eyes of a needing than ever mentioned in either an historical or histrionic account of what it is happened since we arrived on this planet… male energy as masochistic as machismo infecting a worldwide worry machine manifest as the natural mutant to harsh and obscene consequences officiated by oblivious idiots too obvious to take anything real seriously except for their own selfish welfare distorted in a proportion out of place with what real living takes, and yet the idols we seem used to as worship were all men figured as leader respected more than others even though their powers were only as good as the people who chose to follow them speculating a future without their savior too late to claim a fruitful escape from history turned chains by civilizations of consensus spent warping time and space, an ideal like that term ‘superior’ used designating a special class to those others who are what equalize this humanity left floundering by indifferent leaders and their elements used to extremes that eat away by defense of secrets and the judgments of a chastising society that devour and deflower these children of the revolution hoping to eliminate impoverished compartments made of humans needing guidance… as in each person is their own temple of whim and winsome wonders beheld as youth then leaving as stranded in this island earth synchronous to its changing ways daunting as much cherished, while toiling away at fluttering dreams of scheming and that scavenging of possible outcomes looking well coming from a satisfactory and manufactured quality viewed with that same valiant urge as previous, but becomes the thorn that digs into sides that stand chanting chatter to avert a clandestine meeting slow to cross…

Thanks, khet.