mastermind

there is a group of people who wish to be the controllers of the free world

free world meaning that the world itself is free to do what it chooses

as are the people within the world, no matter what rule of law attempts to control the masses at any point

as are the animals that live in the world, which we are, who we separate and attempt to dominate

it is due to this that we are fighting the fight we fight today

it is humanity's struggle with the imaginary chains it has implemented on the planet Earth

this battle will be one of many, and it's extension into the future will be long sought

for there is no power struggle

the powers that be are already instated

and for now they will hold firmly

as we buckle, we hear a crack

for all of their resources, beyond their use, are dedicated to control




we are a species of beings who lives under a net of control

you could say that this net is actual; you could call it an organization

you could say that it is the illuminati; those who have seen the light

who sit in their ivory tower and look down upon the world,

crushing and dementing the visions of the masses into a crude, sheltered existence

you can say they are wizards, who control and puppeteer the planet

and for a moment, you would be correct




but these are not beings

these are ideas

ideas which spawned deep in the passive mind of humanity

and engendered themselves over the ages.

ideas which separated into sections, spatial particles;

simple pieces of illumination that shine shadow upon the assumed reality spectrum

and force into a dance it which climbs into a new paradoxical trangression against the matter which sculpted it's base level's understanding




if we look deep enough into anything, we can see that it is a conglomeration

there is no thing that is comprised of only itself

and only paradox causes the universe to be understood




"if not this, than this."

it's simply logic

and thus we believe what we have not truly proven before it is proven untrue

trial and error, the cost of exisitng through time

as a particle which always wishes to move and mold itself

into some higher something that expresses greater sights of this sea of shadowed, monsterous illusion




so let us sample;

we are existing in a time

where the thoughts of our forefathers are the standing truth of all things

and we have diversified, over a period, as a group

who believes in many different existences

for within each of us is a new paradigm

and none know which paradigm shall become the truth




who holds the solution?

and what does this solution entail?

domination?

freedom?

what are these things?

is a definition not also a constricting vessel which causes the loss of symbology toward the essence it describes?

if we are free and we wish to change the ways of the world

we must only stand

for even if we lose our lives

or laugh madly into a room with no light

we are part of the conglomeration of thought within the time-scale of humanity

beings within the conglomerative expression of planet earth

microscopic, impossible specks within the molten vastness of the universe

who cry out into a desperate chamber

and we must be heard




for not all have a voice; but those that do speak for those who cannot

we all wish for comfort, peace, and happiness

and if we continue our specialization we will, perhaps, one day reach this epoch

a world in which reality sits as a picturesque imagination of itself

a world in which reality is literally sculpted in real-time by the essence of all things

the reality of freedom as a force, not a thought or an expression

a reality where freedom has been unchained and set free




but never, in your wildest dreams, will you be able to sculpt the "how"

not in this reality, which is corrupted and smitten by time

so little do we humans have to interpret these streams of realization

and so little time do we have to express the innermost of who we are

we can assist in sculpting the "then," consciously co-creating the reality in which we live presently

which moves into a future built upon the essential reasoning of the unit as a whole

but we cannot know the impact of our actions

or at least not fully

for each of us is influencing the totality of all

with each brilliant motion.




for we can move mountains with our minds, but first we must get beyond the thought that we cannot.

thus it was spoken, indeed within a thought.

and if this line is broken

think of it's opposite.

mastermind.

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i post a post that postesdts a protest which spawns from the mastery of which box i may have when into i fell while still under fire. alas, these walls which had purposely intricated into spectrum eyes and vast hues of rainbotic phoenimia, indeed spawned from and when Atricus into the dark night feel, who believed when they made him rhyme that his coat was properly fashioned before in the how and so i felt like a sandwhich that catered to the belonging of a relative of the monster who lied behind the shadow of my hypnocratic religion. avast, ye pirates, scurvy is still alive! there is a support group online called "SCURVY ANONYMOUS."

now this just in, for anyone who tuned out before they realized that the price of the toadstool was no more than the light which shined from the gloves of immaculating power, indeed the very effortless force which tumbles through vast space to relay it's positronic reclamation into the fabric of reality itself; i write a notice which notices the notice and not ice, but hot fire rained from the bib of the crucible which hung murderously within the sculpture that deprived life of it's meaning and forced the interloping zealot to fall into wasted darkness, no light to guide his path.


into the great beyond whence when they came through ever zoning mural into bright blue chaos where they feasted upon the rotting flesh of those who they had so eagerly conquested in a rage of blind deceit.

and indeed the murderous capade could find no true facade, interested in the means to spread the chaotic reals of normalicy, thus did the single tile fall from the roof, which bounded backward and forward to view see visualize and why then when did all what is can do what never once made did do i do?

into the dark horizon which burns like the caverns of extended emotional responsiveness which guide us through the inner vessel which companions is to one which exists on in theory.

theory theory theory theory theory

drip drop

into my wasted cup i flush the bounty of espresso down the drain in a cool reflection of hydroviscosity. indeed, waste into nothingness before the sea of malignant error which rose before me as a testament to the blockade which surfaces in these moments to appreciate the effort put into comprehending it's essence.

i drive forward, forward, forward

the blurred light before me echoes off into discs of photokinetic cells which adjust and reassemble the proper experience.

lights...

and then the smoke rises

fixed...there's nothing

floating beyond myself;
flying

and then i speak.

"into the web of most appreciated respectable realities i bring forward my own; a drifting world of mad prophets, conspiracy, sardonic musings, and a quibble of other retending littigets.

spheres of light flow into the paper
and globes of mass, which spread before the master
how he glides between the message
with such serenity none can contain

it's as if he were gone completely when within his thoughts
he moved beyond into a world which only existed deep within his mind
and patiently he sat, awaiting a reason to unleash it.

as time has passed, or has it? he wonders why his efforts have lead him to nowhere

"THIS JUST IN, DERP, YOU CANNOT JUST EXPECT EVERYTHING TO HAPPEN IN A DAY!"

he realized that he was writing, and thus it helped remind him that something was once to and forthright so after that he made his way to uncle franz where he instilled a drought in native peoples for extra credit.

Have you been a good boy?

Agenda 23:

All must pay heed, for in this time lies the most important of all rational interpretations of the realm in which we exist.

currently, from the perspective of one who is human, standing on the ground level of Earth looking into the technopagic sky above me

i see an illusion brewing from two opposite ends of a polar anomaly.

could this be due to the polarity shifting that has been claimed?

or is it perhaps just an internal reality sculpted from time immemorial save to the few, who now lie dying and blankly staring into the wall

as they bleed and groan and attempt to fight still, though they haven't the means to continue?

either way, the tides have shifted.

each side prepares for the final battle; the battle between those who wish to fight and those who wish to stand

the battle between those who wish to move and those who wish to stay; a battle of time.

indeed, this moment brings a list of interpretive missions for those involved

first, we must decide who we are;

are we fighters, destined to leave this world in a fury of hailing gunfire brought on by a history of pain and torture that you do not wish to pass on to others?

are we pacifists, here to stand and intercept the fires of the mind so that others must not bear; so that others may live on through the purge?

are we enlighteners, here to interpret and move through this dirge as a singular mind, who takes heed to memorize and satisfy every line until it's picturesque and cleaned up so that the rest of the pageant can understand its own irrationality?

are we chaoticists, here to revel in both sides, shredding and cleaving each from within; crushing their systems into nothing more than a wisp of dust in front of their very eyes and giggling, prancing off into the hills to fornicate with livestock?

we have these dualities, we have these structures, and we have individuals who believe in everything that they must because they are, in fact, themselves.

we also have individuals who do not know who they are, and thus they amass, like flies, to the blinding light which seems so majestic and illuminating.

we must free ourselves from the moth mentality.

we must think for ourselves.

this is mental, social, and human evolution.

THEY SHALL FORM THE ORIGINAL SOCIETY
WHICH WILL THEM SPREAD THROUGHOUT
AND MAKE USE OF EACH HUMAN AS THEY HAVE BEEN DEEMED FIT

IN THIS, WE SHALL FIND THAT SOCIETY
IS NOT THE DEFINITION, BUT THE DEFINED
AND THAT WE, WITH THE INNATE POWERS
OF THOUGHT AND CONSTRUCTIVE REASONING,
ARE THE LIGHT WHICH OUR SOCIETY MIRRORS IN THE DARKEST OF NIGHT/

through time we must all change and be sculpted
it is in this way that the universe itself teaches us what it is we are meant to learn





we must be receptive; we must live and move forward through our existential lives.

our combined suffering is meant to be a manifestation of the dissent within us.

dissent that causes riots and conspiracies to run rampant; the end of time.

the end of freedom, the battle for isolated materials; these are means

the end is our eternal representation of not only death, but rebirth

it is through our separation that truth can ultimately be found

destroy the beast; tame it with our spears and mental fire.

within the beast lies the truth of flesh bone and blood

the truth that all things are one, that we are one

that you and i are thinking the same thoughts,

moving through the same mental patterns,

feasting on parcels of intelligence

which reasoning allots us in time.

this truth cannot be denied






be wary, and learn to filter WHAT and WHY things are happening

it's all about proper theater, you kids.