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The Atomiks preach tirelessly to the faithful time and time again against the evils of an incomprehensible military-industrial complex, while extolling salvation through baptism by bourbon. What happens when in that lab of endless fury that is pop music, you blend unadulterated rock 'n' roll, debauchery, food stamps, and Christ almighty? Furthermore, what happens when this was all a model conception of the shadow government cooked in level 7? What happens when the monster turns on creator? All operators standing by are exposed, the drones fondle subjects, the pollster takes the hint!?
But there’s a softer side of Sears. There are only three chapters in this book: 7,11, and 13. The great American dream that was once success and is now plastic sex, stands on the edge of oblivion. It is up to the Atomiks and the 9s to bring it back, or push it over the jagged shards. Will the evil Evols triumph in breaking the will of the feeblenaughts? Get detuned and climb out now while you have the shot.
One of these days, a fine rocket will be constructed. This vessel will serve to lift the Atomiks and the 9s to greener pasteurization. The time to load your pockets with gold is now. However, effort is underway to cause hindrance to this great prophecy Atomiks. Spare parts are hard to come by, when so many are using the very material that holds the potential to free them, as shields to defend themselves.
Make your shield into wings, donate to the cause—bring your undersoul (e.g.o.) to the next meeting. Let the Atomiks transform your burden into your freedom. Freedom is the complete lack of concern for oneself. Dispel yourself. You are not separate from the rocket that is to be. Become a 9. Attend meetings often!
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