About me:
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just because you know my name fool, i don't have your back.
This fictitious trash machine we've dumped ourselves into has us in its hellish grip and will not free us until we free ourselves, unlock this mindset to explore new things and try living as fighters instead of hapless sheep stuck in danger's way. Keep our helmets on and shields ready as we bring battle to everyone, everything, every aspect of our lives that may be fought with and learned from, jabbering through mental duels with the great questions and realities of life and remembering the harshness of every contact with unforgiving grace.
"well, it turns out that most people are ass-backwards motherfuckers."
such a huge noise of gibberish low tone blathering compounded and refracted and looped and repeated and amplified it kills you with the sheer noise of it.
avarice angles stretching the limits of reason's furthest reaches, a migrating fragment of micronuclear waveform frequency partialize magnegate datafuck electrogram operate. nailing prime number within spec parsec ever aeternal living in the glowing form of elegant code copied borrowed copied for some mean end, living stagnant, ever filled with life flowing forth, not thru.
the forgivingness of flowing endless stream caring to heal deepest cancer wound growing exist cause happening to carry to much meaning burdensome cloths flapping as the gods float by too high to glance down at those piteously wallowing in some sense of false glory. persuaded as they are that their way is the one true way, they fall down in worship besides a fellow man, but when that man calls their god by another name, he has just forfeited his life. let not your judgement fall, lest judgement should fall on you. quiet your angry inner voice, silence the regretful, sad, impotent fear and just allow another fractal of life fall into place, possibly to save you much trouble and heartbreak, merely allowing a little more of the world to be seen clearly, allowing the way for yourself to grow into new things, new people, new places new world order placement power palace peace rule control twist the wires, turn the screws and crank the racks.
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Who I'd like to meet:
hello, how are you?
this fear of being what they are:
dead.
at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.
their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.
a dog standing behind a fence.
a man silent at the window.
jabber jabber jabber jabberjabberjabber
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