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The Business Plot
02:11
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Speechless in waiting for the next tock of this ticking moment has time and again left me fighting myself for peace of mindlessness
taken apart and re-assembled backwards from scratch only to find we weren't designed but untethered, to flux and flow on mental weather
to dismember whats past to make room for new limbs and climb the slopes of our...
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...cosmos on the backs of blind whims
Breathing in the earth, taking in the soil
I'm lost to myself in the void, and I'm ensnared while I hold the key, and I'm watching myself fill the roles of gods because
Truth plays no role in my day to day x3
Truth plays no role in my fucking day so I'm breathing in the earth, taking in the soil
So I'll wrap myself in the void, cover my tracks and forget there was ever a way out
Man-made this endeavor to be the highest power
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Operation Snow White
00:50
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Operation Mockingbird
02:27
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why would some poor slob on a farm
want to risk his life in a war
when the best that he can get
is to come back to his farm
in one piece?
naturally, the common people don't want war
that is understood but after all it is the leaders
of the country who determine the policy
and it is always a simple matter
to drag the people along.
voice or no voice, the people can always be brought
to the bidding of the leaders.
all you have to do is tell them they are being attacked
denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism
denounce the pacifists for exposing the country to danger
tell them that they are being attacked
it works the same way in any country
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Take a deep breath
let the image sink in
slip from consciousness
into transcendent oblivion
hopeful, eating yellow paint
so his innards can re-elate
the self hate and self loather
both float like dead weight
bloated face no escape
young mother sans aggregate
leaving the world in a dumpster
switched realities to dance
birthing fluid on chrysanth
mummified modern man no love her
no chance, no hands, no other
supreme tyrannic buster
im left beside myself
the self search propagated
by the shelved lurch
that bursts thirsty thirst
leaving the worst cursed
to burn every church
with just mirth
scanning debris to find
all 20 sides of me dying
ayotzinapa 43 lying
in mass graves roll serial
northers still stuntin
video venereal
not caring everythings immaterial
"Life is a surreal experience, I am not my body" said the Brain.
"There is a spectrum in everything, yet all is the same"
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Cointelpro
03:14
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lord develop man to concede to trist
technologic
narrowest exit
we've made
has closed
run loose
shot dead
wide bore spiral cloud surveillance
all can be as privied prying
world serpent in the bear garden feeds
vertebral thresh sphered cross concrete
mold wind through dead branch
purest white vestige
from my view was smeared
abruptly disappeared
dispirit
unlawful
detriment inherent of all
the way offal
weaponizing perversions of dreams
coexistent unison
in extinction
mass prayer for an ill-deserved reprieve
personable fetishized grief
all can be plied as a hell
i know now
i'd never survive to see it
straddling it to mount
as you've proved
intimate
in the ill way that you are made to know you
no such thing
as you
there is no you
you know
know you
no you
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U.S. Patent #6630507
01:00
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forgery of conscience
vein of shit you hold erect
involuntarily
seizing greatness
go to heaven
be with god now
incorrigable
church with yourself
again
limp
apologist
fail your risk
dump the rest
unrealized
piss-soaked
unmoved
sustenance
unfriends and blocks you
unsurprising
you are dying
dissociate asecurity
digit hemorrhaging its own aether
prison you live sprawls forever
regress languid paradigm doping
in unregistered succession
it cannot be your fault
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Operation Northwoods
03:25
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parallax of obstructive icons innumerable
time won't permit mounting their heads once they are slain
existence
shrouded in miles of coal
tentacles and tongues
reins of control
corpse blight pocked manifest of guts
flaccid omnipotent
ennuic
mass-gelded in their homes
smiling unto
tools fashioned from their own bones
brains on a dais
flayed like a blossom's bloom
a billion smart phones
backlight a tomb
hope apart the effigy
to find another beneath
debt repaid in bladed grief
white
black
gold
red
proscript and prescribe
tranquilized meridian smeared with the blood of the lamb
a jaundiced star gridlocked to horizon
indistinguishable from the rest
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I clawed at my mask for years, leaving scars and thoughts of peeling it off, and finding nothing but this bare skull. Dripping blood, trying desperately to keep muscle and tissue in tact, but I'd tear it all away. Just so I could take this picture to wake up to and be reminded that I once had a face before my violence got to it
But still no one can see us, we're cloaked in vulnerability. Shoving good intentions down the throats of ill-intent
Smother the hate and hate the hatred
I choked my unhappiness until it turned blue and I smiled and thought "why hadn't I been violent towards my violence all along"
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