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dub step beyond the known, into the drum ‘n’ bass-i-verse

hear that? it’s the sound of you, dying, one second at a time. Tick Tock.

How many of your memories are really yours, and how many are neural implants? Your childhood, adolescence, the teenage years, was that really you pod-racing for your freedom? Think back farther. What do you remember from being an infant? Drawing a blank? Come with me.

If there is a God, he’s got one screwed up sense of humor.

you feel the world spinning underneath your feet? no? thanks illuminati

you feel the hammer being pulled back? thats the government about to shoot you out of a desert eagle

History? More like the history of boring dead white men. Let’s shake this classroom up a little bit

    I’m only the guide, I can’t do the walking for you. Never said it was gonna be easy, did I?

If a single event has infinite interpretations, who’s to say what’s really “good” or “evil”? We exist not in black and white, but in fifty shades of grey.

Everything is interconnected, from the tallest of mankind’s buildings, to the most insignificant speck of dust. Remove one piece of the puzzle and it all comes crashing down. One giant cosmic house of cards. Hold your breath and cross your fingers

Mankind has a savage nature, repress it, for a while. But every now and again you may look in the mirror and discover, you’ve become savage

look at all the smiling faces; they don’t realize the truth--that they’re actually slaves. How do you fool someone into being a slave? Easy, just use invisible chains

J.R. Incorporated invisble chain supply, route 12, Mahborough, a family operated business

Ever feel like a dream might be real? What if you were right?

There’s a sect of neo-spiritual kook jobs who drop acid and lock themselves in sensory deprivation chambers. Why not join them, you might find transcendence. Or you might find something else entirely.

Pete’s old fashioned invisible chains, 25% off all shackles, chains, invisible zip ties, and more. Mention this commercial for a free invisible ball gag.

It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren't being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to WAKE UP was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and PLEASE WAKE UP.

Two thing separate those who succeed, from those who fall by the wayside. 1--you have to be absolutely ruthless, down to the bone. Two--rich parents. My dad’s rich. I have a rich dad. My dad’s a mid-level executive at an insurance company that does bad things. My dad had the law made so that there was a gag order and no one could know about how my dad didnt pay for these faulty products... only me and my dad’s friends know because my dad bragged about it.

Lab reports PROVE that after only 20 minutes of sensory deprivation, the mind begins to create hallucinations to fill the void in sensory patterns... who’s to say we aren’t actually just hallucinating this whole time? And if we are... would it really matter?

Waking or Dreaming? Coke or Pepsi? Killuminati or Chilluminati? You Decide

I am GOD

Who’s to say a mirror is really a mirror, and not a window? Ever try breaking one? You might not like what you see.

The difference between living awake and dreaming? Well, hate to say, but it’s just personal preference. Tomato tomato. Doesn’t make any difference.

The all-seeing eye is a house of cards, stacked against the people it rules. We’re all just players in one big game of poker. One giant roulette wheel, spinning as it circles the drain. The only question is... will you be a joker, or an ace?

Truth is...? Well it depends... Who’s “truth” are we talking about here?

Good and evil are just words, kid. How’s it feel to know the truth

How’s it feel to really wake up for the first time? It might be nice now, but when you open your eyes and see the monsters, you can’t ever go back to sleep.

DMT: The Spirit Molecule, Zeitgeist, The Secret, Fahrenheit 9/11,

I once asked an old man for advice, he told me never believe anything you see on TV, wanna hear the kicker? That old man was me.

Want to make an enemy for life? Tell someone the truth.

Reality, perspective, dimensions, quantum hyperverses, distortion, all things you won’t find in a college classroom, all things you will find from substances which we are told are illegal and dangerous. They tell you not to play roller hockey in the street too.  I say? Game on.

When we label everything and put it into it’s nice little container, it soothes our anxiety and creates the illusion that we’ve# got it all under control. The reality? Spread those legos out all over the carpet and play .

Some say the buddhist wheel of reincarnation is just a cop-out for those who didn’t do a good enough job the first time around. Others say it’s one twisted and trippy rollercoaster ride. Wanna take a spin?

This is what it feels like when the sun sets in the desert of the real.

Your biological clock is ticking. It’s only a few years until you’ll be dead. Your sands of time are running out... welcome to the desert of the real.

Take my hand and we can begin the journey into the desert of the real.

When it comes down to it, we all exist just to f*ck, eat, sleep and die. F******cked up but true....

How do you know you think? What if right now you’re just a computer program, running on a fully sick modded Xbox? What if when you play the Xbox, the XBox plays you.

They say gameing is a waste of time. They say it’s not real. I say... how do they know they are real???

Hey Jack... why don’t you Jack yourself out of the Matrix.

Martin Scorsese really makes me think.

Truth is, after several years of Nirvana, meditation, yoga, and maybe even a little blazing, I have boosted my wisdom by roughly 50 IQ points, give or take.

Sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes the truth doesn’t play by the rules. Sometimes the truth doesn’t stop when you say the safe word. The truth’s a Domme. I’m a sub. An ADBL sub.

Truth doesn’t have national borders. ReLOVEution

I’m not a cop. I’m an agent of truth. And truth doesn’t have a jurisdiction.

Ideas are bulletproof.

some day you’ll finally realize you were drifting along as if it were a dream... well guess what, reality’s here to kick down the door, so rise and shine kiddo

There is no such thing, and has never been such a thing as a meaningless coincidence.

Once you’ve opened your eyes... you can’t go back to sleep.

Doesn’t matter how you pop it... they call it a collar for a reason.

One time there was a story about a man who saw a skeleton try to kill him, and there was a lot of blood and the skeleton had a dead skull, and the man died. But here’s the kicker... that man was actually you, from the future, because you(hard cut)

All those spiritual leaders and great thinkers in your books, hah! They have a place where the put the ones who really crack the code. It’s called the Insanosylum

A tie is symbolic... it’s just a leash, to show you’re just a filthy dog. You’re “tied down” if you will, uh, metaphorically, you know what.

The automobile is a gesture of control. MIND CONTROL, POPULATION CONTROL, GUN CONTROL, also known as MPG or MILES PER GALLON. Mind === blown much?? Lolcat.




$$$ for frank $$$

"see this little mushroom? This little mushroom was put in the earth by an alien lifeform you might know as God, so that we could eat it and unlock a higher state of consciousness and go see him. Do you want to go see him? or are you a little pussy? don't look down, toto, i think we're a long way from chinese kansas"



&&& for Nick &&&

You think the hum of your TV is nothing? That electrical hum from your XBox, you think that’s nothing? Ha ha ha ha ha!