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I am the Machine.  You shall assimilate.  I build the machines that burn the fuel that build the machines.  I determine what you do and who you are.  If you question me I will accuse you of treason, an infidel, an enemy: and I shall destroy you.  You shall consume.  You shall obey.  You shall sprawl, buy and multiply.  I am your truth.  I am your future.  I poison your air and water.  I possess your body.  I am the Machine.  I destroy your nature.  I eradicate species.  I am wrapped in cellophane, on the covers of magazines and programmed on your televisions.  You shall only serve me.  Resistance is futile.  When you pray, you shall pray only unto me; when you sing, you shall sing only unto me.  When you suffer, you shall suffer only for me...
I am the Machine.

Whether it be in a club, with colorful lights and "gothic music", or at a concert with your god on stage amidst other faithful followers- all is religion. Bow, worship, pray and don't forget to give your offering. Eventually to be crucified one way or another. Don't f*** with our sacred religion, our tribe, our identity- do not put under question its relevance or meaning. Every musician who now gets up onstage in some way symbolizes a messiah; those who realize this conundrum might attempt to disguise this by feigning indifference or even hatred of this archetype, but it is built-in.
These archetypes: The Devil, God, Jesus and Satan exist as parts of a whole; an artist becomes aware of the tragedy and comedy of it all, that these faces are parts of a grand performance in order for mankind to become aware of himself.
The frustration becomes unbearable, the irony- a bitter undercurrent; especially when archetypes have long outlived their usefulness and once again art takes ownership of itself, [...]

I have always sought inward truth, yet am closely following the "conspiracy" sites and the information basically only available on the internet...9/11, the Obama administration, etc.; it has always been true that the rich banking families have engineered society by creating wars, media and the like to entertain/distract/control the masses...if they haven't i can only ask why not?
My own experience was my first site [IIRC] was hosted by Yahoo, in which i was making music under the TVKiLL name, which was an expression of an inward sense even at an early age of the artificial reality that was being perpetuated.  At that time, after 9/11, there were a lot of magnetic American flags that people were placing on their automobiles to signify 'national solidarity' (which was another fashion trend that quickly dissolved quickly; perhaps the landfills are testament to this with all sorts of used American flag magnets). In our first performance, i used this as a sign of protest, placing the [war [...]

Another dimension perhaps, when height and length and width are no longer the cradle from which we passively are held (the first lesson: freedom is not) and it long outlives it's purpose.  We are forced to grow, change or die.  And beyond that 4th dimension of time there are still more, possibly threefold. 
There is another "i" in another existence, similar to this one but not the same.  It is no more or less equal- it was created out of a random chance that propelled this other me into another direction and so, it follows its course.  This other me also perceives his existence in a linear fashion, for he must be unaware as a three-dimensional creature of the unexplainable forces that mold his fate, though he is an enthusiastic and active participant. This lack of knowledge fuels him to persist, for enlightenment means the grave.

If every man and woman is a star, then this is mine.  How can i forsake this truth that i thrive on adversity, that i am nourished by the creativity that comes from conflicting forces?  To do so would mean a type of death, a type of peace that is a lie in itself.  The answer is within, so i go out to the anti-self, seeing life through and ever-expanding and vague amoral lens.  How do we say that the tiger is immoral for taking down the water buffalo? Because he is fearsome, wields his power to serve a timeless ritual of life and death, which clearly feed from each other.  Do we cherish the ox and call him "good" because he is placid and falls victim?  Do we praise the light while scorn the dark?
I am on my way to truly loving my enemy, which is me, my shadow; the part that survives even if it means playing the role of wolf.  Because we all wear masks and should- if life itself were to be summed up in a few words it still remains "Do As Thy Wilt", since [...]