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#ideology
Even God doesn’t care about us. No one does anything fair about us. Shepherds and wolves do nothing forbidden— Sheep have always been meant to be eaten.
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Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
Nothing forbidden...!
[•] war games begin in the womb give birth to infant espionage your mother was a missile launcher she fed you broken treatises clothed you in a rhythm and blues fashion you grew to hate the West until you became their brand song which was fine and dandy until your career tanked and so you fly towards the sun believing death to be a rebirth and not what it truly is... water under the bridge and water under the bridge eventually rises ]•[
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
Embryonic Rockabilly Polka-Dotted Fighter Pilots
Perched precariously on a ledge, staring off into the void, your beliefs balanced on knife's edge, and one tap sent them spiraling all the way to their end. And lying on your back, in the light of reason's cold stare, you cried to yourself, and said this with a glare: "Yeah right, libtard." "Suck it up, buttercup." "Such a snowflake." "LMFAO, shut up." And that outstretched hand slowly drew back, disgusted by this toothless, spineless attack. And now your body rests (alone) in the darkness of a cold canyon floor. I wonder: Do you miss life's warm touch? Or do you love your shattered reality more?
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
Self-vilification
no surprise we collide with the future the great avenger invades our fiber the old method of collapsing the future still in the cards. how many cards are there? the world a stage for mindlessness ideology more powerful than reality complexity will have a say in the tale of chaos misread victimhood to put on a show the tyranny of dark ideas uncontainable number pi is missing from the formula but penguins are resilient to shock therapy, lucky them we'll hold our breath and see the world anew no surprise we are inclined to run away from our contribution to reality, a deeper wound is perhaps the dark matter of history
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Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
no surprise
Grab my hand, barge in my fantasy land Freak me in, freaked out me It's like a convergence of parallel realities Combined to be the one Sunny side up, Moony side comes Pacing with different lengths Crossing roads, holding hands. It's a plus score, to match wavelengths Scheming and unscheming Unscrewing and ******** up the plans Now it is out of controlled ideology what becomes of we.
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Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
Merging lands
Due, the times Arrival of a concerted friend At the designated since, the basis of every crime To be, a whole salvation of what ends Keep, the times Rue and divulgence to a rapid and just Merit, the coping suggestion of what ides Were, the note of atonement in fair, if not ought's must Solemn, the times Strange horizon's with a calling Ably, the needs of another, shied And true, sigh of curiosity, that has seen falling Adage, the times Sworn to better kind Turns of repose, have the sense to shine Well and could, the very order of what mind Secret, the times May to fore, the airing, a league with might To know a callous sorts of claim, the history of why We are that we are, the other side of what mercy might Stars, the time Worth neither whether willing nor would Comparison needs the let, the better in a wishful lime Tow and certainty to hold, a portrayal of hosts who could...
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Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 12:27 PM UTC
The Opinion Of Many Before Time; However
Space Case is not the advertisement for fear of losing yourself to the very darkness that is blanking out from normal reality and heading into a newer reality, (from which only your own psyche can fictitiously acknowledge, properly). However way you spin the wonderous find of the gap in your own little sub-space (that is your own even tinier different types of psychological roundabouts...) Nothing is truly centered in the very lucky situations, where each newly realized predicament isn’t as endearing as you'd first realize them to be. Carrying out the struggle for the circumstance, that is one's own disembodied state, where such lucky situations...go completely dark! Now, what's the first ideal of a space case.... Nothing more than what you haven't already knew from before you lost your very first contact with reality. Since after all, your newly realized ideology is ("reality central") itself! Things become slightly corrupt when reality central takes center stage, because you have no such management on this sort of (now newly put together source). It's almost as if you've been entirely thrown into a newer source of energy, that only you and you alone, can bring yourself back out from, (via "your own little reality" itself). And when your own psyche can once again, fictitiously acknowledge properly, then everything starts to take many tumbles (just so it can reorganize itself back into its original form). Coming directly from the very agreement from its own previous ideals and impressions upon a perspective that danced a little too much), when becoming stuck between two sources of familiar energy sources that signatures the very voice of concern, (or even a voice of caution). Where everything starts to begin spiraling out of control! But there's no chaotic tendencies, when consequences become the newer mortality rate...that this very circumstance provides the very presently disturbed predicament that still surrounds itself with such disbelief) over something so sudden, immediate, and radically unexpected! But that's life, after all. And you can't control what goes on (outside of your own mind's eye). When you truly control what goes on from deep within the very inside itself. Lastly, what goes around, comes straight on back around...when it truly becomes this scenario (upon many sequences after sequences) that enable you (once again), to hitch up a ride with the very sudden, immediate and radically unexpected realization of such a, well... Let's pretend (for ONLY just a single moment, before it slips into its own dream sequence or improbable dreamscape, where nothing truly "healthy wise", comes back from that)?! Which then delivers a type of pressure-free release into (the very such now incredible acknowledgement) of officially knowing that everything that had just built-up (over time) towards this very point in time... Is nothing more than the ever-lasting, ever-increasingly and never-ending spectacle...of a simulation for "abrupt flaws"! Because when it comes to such a slithering snake, that is a simulation for abrupt flaws.... Everything begins blurring out of sync! Then begins distorting the very outside world, as if it was merely a mirage (without "self-acceptance" in itself)! And when everything completely comes to the very turning point that is fusing together this perfect little bundle of "incomprehensible" joy. This is when things collapse into a radically self-inducement scenario, where the "head case" (that you once were, on the outside world). Now officially becomes the newly established Space Case! (Full of primary self-doting commands and actions that consequently, don't fit perfectly in the outside world. When it was truthfully all about the head case that was meant to evolve into the space case all along.) "Reality Central" is (as yet again), back up and running! Begin your newer reality, my friends.... If you’re not already slipping back on into your own such fictitious beliefs again? When you’re really not accepting the outside world for what it really is. (Except, that's blasphemy! Only when you don't simply accept your own ideals from within your own heart.)
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 8:22 PM UTC
"Space Case"
Space Case is not the advertisement for fear of losing yourself to the very darkness that is blanking out from normal reality and heading into a newer reality, (from which only your own psyche can fictitiously acknowledge, properly). However way you spin the wonderous find of the gap in your own little sub-space (that is your own even tinier different types of psychological roundabouts...) Nothing is truly centered in the very lucky situations, where each newly realized predicament isn’t as endearing as you'd first realize them to be. Carrying out the struggle for the circumstance, that is one's own disembodied state, where such lucky situations...go completely dark! Now, what's the first ideal of a space case.... Nothing more than what you haven't already knew from before you lost your very first contact with reality. Since after all, your newly realized ideology is ("reality central") itself! Things become slightly corrupt when reality central takes center stage, because you have no such management on this sort of (now newly put together source). It's almost as if you've been entirely thrown into a newer source of energy, that only you and you alone, can bring yourself back out from, (via "your own little reality" itself). And when your own psyche can once again, fictitiously acknowledge properly, then everything starts to take many tumbles (just so it can reorganize itself back into its original form). Coming directly from the very agreement from its own previous ideals and impressions upon a perspective that danced a little too much), when becoming stuck between two sources of familiar energy sources that signatures the very voice of concern, (or even a voice of caution). Where everything starts to begin spiraling out of control! But there's no chaotic tendencies, when consequences become the newer mortality rate...that this very circumstance provides the very presently disturbed predicament that still surrounds itself with such disbelief) over something so sudden, immediate, and radically unexpected! But that's life, after all. And you can't control what goes on (outside of your own mind's eye). When you truly control what goes on from deep within the very inside itself. Lastly, what goes around, comes straight on back around...when it truly becomes this scenario (upon many sequences after sequences) that enable you (once again), to hitch up a ride with the very sudden, immediate and radically unexpected realization of such a, well... Let's pretend (for ONLY just a single moment, before it slips into its own dream sequence or improbable dreamscape, where nothing truly "healthy wise", comes back from that)?! Which then delivers a type of pressure-free release into (the very such now incredible acknowledgement) of officially knowing that everything that had just built-up (over time) towards this very point in time... Is nothing more than the ever-lasting, ever-increasingly and never-ending spectacle...of a simulation for "abrupt flaws"! Because when it comes to such a slithering snake, that is a simulation for abrupt flaws.... Everything begins blurring out of sync! Then begins distorting the very outside world, as if it was merely a mirage (without "self-acceptance" in itself)! And when everything completely comes to the very turning point that is fusing together this perfect little bundle of "incomprehensible" joy. This is when things collapse into a radically self-inducement scenario, where the "head case" (that you once were, on the outside world). Now officially becomes the newly established Space Case! (Full of primary self-doting commands and actions that consequently, don't fit perfectly in the outside world. When it was truthfully all about the head case that was meant to evolve into the space case all along.) "Reality Central" is (as yet again), back up and running! Begin your newer reality, my friends.... If you’re not already slipping back on into your own such fictitious beliefs again? When you’re really not accepting the outside world for what it really is. (Except, that's blasphemy! Only when you don't simply accept your own ideals from within your own heart.)
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Desert dry- Cracked and scarred, Empty of feeling and life. With nothing there to grow, Life daren’t wander inside. It is the rain, That begins the roots for life, It is the rain- That washes off the scarring- To show its lack of permanence. When it pours from the heavens, We know our world is pure. So why not his heart?
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Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
Tears
Darkness isn't to be feared, It exists as the beginning, As a reminder of all the potential, Before you have done anything, Before you open your eyes, Before you take the first step, The darkness is always there, So get comfortable with it, Because when you strike that first match, When you flick that switch, It is gone forever, And all that is left, Is the stark truth of reality.
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Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
Before the Light
That feeling— Night running between tree trunks, Bark scraping your cheeks— Before smashing face-first into: Goosebumps, Neck snapped, The blood leaks, That feeling is freedom— Before you awake unfeeling your body, Legs useless, mouth drooling dumb, Welcome! You're one of us now, The obedient numb. I can! replaced by May I? Physical stagnation, ornamental degradation of the soul: the will dies always Alone.
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Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
Freedom
an idea blows across a global garden cities shake like leaves
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Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
ism
Mister Maxwell reads the paper Of the party that he pays for And with subtle nods agrees With each printed word he reads He knows all the phrases to say About the topics of the day And he's politically engaged (Marching in manifestations) And appropriately enraged (By violence and discrimination) To be a hero of society: A once-born self that's ceased to be, A real symptom of democracy! A truly enlightened zombie!
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
Mister Maxwell
We are naked when born Choosing our place among forlorn ancestors After death, a structured life denotes our span Our modern thinking will not save the hunger pangs For the meals are crisp, delightful as religious rites are Born are we to serve our fathers Who give everything to their fathers Living a life of servitude Never striding next to kings What of the princes knowing no solicitude We are only mere classmates In a college of wisdom Wizened by the plight of our teachers To lead a nation or cure cancer We are naked to ourselves, as we are simply accident-prone If we linger on in this blue planet Life most come to a tragic end Where the followers of the chapel proceedings Get the most out of this age-old tradition Often divorcing logic from religion
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Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
Followers Of The Burning Chapel
When a creator’s ability meets an end, And their fabled angelic muse is no longer a friend, They look high and low, Scouring through grass and dirt and sometimes even snow, To bring back that gift That left their life with an unimaginable rift.
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
Lost
When it flows- let it rush, Resistance of the mind is futile, No matter how hard we push, And one should know that such is juvenile, So let it be, to let one see, And let thought be free, It is how we- the form taken royally, Will truly know what's inside, When one knows- there is nothing to hide
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
Rivers flow Waterfalls
If you help one person out, You won’t change the world, But you will change their world.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
Perspective
The greatest fear that everyone possesses, Is being Vulnerable around the wrong person.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
Vulnerability
I’m a man, This much is a fact, Yet I fret for my hair, And I know I’m not alone. I’m a man, This much is a fact, Yet I fear I’m too thin, And I know I’m not alone. I’m a man, This much is a fact, Yet I’m concerned I’m not muscular enough, And I know I’m not alone. I'm a man, This much is a fact, Yet I fear that I’m not manly enough, And I know that I’m not alone. I’m a man, This much is a fact, And I have my own insecurities projected from multiple sources, And I know I’m not alone.
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:16 AM UTC
Body Dysmorphia
He cried, Through the looks in his eyes, He always had long sleeves down, And was in a constant frown, The police he told, And their eyes rolled, Now his children are in black, Scared dad is not coming back, But the mother is behind bars, But it’s too late by far,
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
****** She Wrote
I wonder if war would be so frequent, If those declaring such evil on another, Had to face it head on, Would presidents, ministers and chancellors, Be more open to discussion, If it were their leg that risks the landmine, Their friends that fell to the I.E.D, Their lives were the ones on the line, Alas only a thought experiment, Cowards tend to create conflict and flee, Sending other to do their ***** work, Then too afraid to look them in the eye, The eye that saw unimaginable pain, Unimaginable suffering, Unimaginable evil, Yet, The world leader is the reason, Those unimaginable things, Still reflect in their eye.
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC
War
The world is Jaded and Numb, It takes work, To stop it from Hollowing you.
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Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
Hollow
TV killed the Radio, Internet killed the Love, Impatience killed the Relationship, Depression is just our Mourning
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Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
Mourn
People confronted her, For living in the clouds, But with a head full of dreams, She ran her own world, One which will never be seen.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
Cloud 9
Love is a concept ineffable, Some believe it’s like a roaring flame, Others believe it’s more of a warm hug, There are naysayers who believe it’s a capitalist lie, Others devout to it. Some people are serial monogamists, And at the other end, Those who fear being with only one person for life, Some are lucky enough to go to sleep, With Love being the last thing they see and feel, And others are in Love across continents, Love isn’t always physical intimacy of course, Tungsten is strong but is it strong than a mother's Love? You can Love your friends, And Bacon Burgers, So what is Love? The short answer is; I have no idea, But as soon as you know.... ...YOU KNOW
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC
L.O.V.E