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Sean Walles
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The evolution of the revolution will beat the heads of the televised

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On reading Jung, post reflection on the excesses of barbaric revolutions.

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Paranoia sifts the paradigm shift..

Drunk world upon the soul of its profusion! All knowing Omniscient Schizopsychosis Patterns iterating, rendering the playhouse of matter... whereof: Gnostic transmission units within units, within units, within units, within one blessed bustling hurtling star-studded atom from the amoebian, handless, interlocuter of creation - Praise god, praise creation! Direct from the void live ever-changing.
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Destined Magnetics of Abject Bewilderment

Revolutions 'Free Parking'... Year in year out I see them come :– and depart Fighters for the dawn Heralds of the revolution! Eyes burning bright as the night was dark before them. Soldiers from the abyss - “Where have they been?” Sings Ian Curtis in a Promethean machine. Yes, now where is he? Where art thou burning numinous beings? The firesticks devoured by the grease pit of chronos. Woah and where are ye? Harbouring but a sweet memory, latent cells in evolutions machinery.
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Unconsciousness is the ragged doll Consciousness a bewildered Tin Soldier... Art the orifice of both the immaculate conception the not yet cometh... far far beyond pastiched aesthetics... (collusion of the unthought) the future arrives in the eclipse of time hail to thee the dissassociative divine a chaotic algorithim delineating the never never in the firmament of mind... love
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Palimpsestuous - Works In Progress a la Metamorphosis

I’m not a poet, a fool rather, a boy crying wolf and the muses sing imploding tunes. Echoes hurling insurrection! Squadrons of warring angels through and through involuting mirrors and citadels of consciousness, pranic breath of souler architecture laughing off the epochs. The errant tuning celestial profusion of galactic instruments at the cosmic carnival, now, pause for silence... Ah, at last, musicians, the conductor is in, ok, now, we can shake that drunken haze history tried to capture and frame through authoritative refrains accepted by the bored of acceptance, schooling chains, 1984 and the echoes of World Wars, what vapour, Baby Boomer at the helm! World War Two traumatic cell, industrial tree slaughter! 'Woah these earthlings sure know how to fuck up their planet' cried the village ferret, God replies: "as hath been said, albeit, in frozen text", as so rendered by the English translator reprinting the 'New Testament for Idiots, 134th edition'*...