only the Queso knows…

out of Context;
‘motion digesting the moves as frugal centrifuge refusing to die with everything that can be spent its states of being lucid dreaming at rest at best questions unanswered confessing consequence by obliterating witness can dead or alive sometimes comes back to die again demanding the fall of corrupted elders in whose just was jest at best an arrest through answers too heavy to fathom to full content queasy even to nauseous revolt as the eye divine sees in vivisecting sways of color with this system’s use of words scratching wounds that don’t bleed but never heal to be the only thing revealing latter day half-truths as proof of whose dead eyes seeing the believing in full fruit dropping it once the bitter juice bleeds through condemning the natural witches’ brew underneath as cycles of demons disguised…’




Children of the Porn

out of Context;
‘inside mothers’ tomb of roiling sloughing skein of fluid disengaging us from stage one of the experimental foray into birth as primal humanity borne of happenstance and causality blending in formulaic brew the distinctive parts and traits of ancestry involved, the peak of human civilization attempting everything there is to cross thresholds bounded only by spirits that have lost their flavor for helping handouts in missionary position postulating the end of this perspective pushing boundaries tempting taboos lifting witnessed only by a few shagging on the carpet scraping enough to gather burns and fleas from dicks in pussies naked asses swaying exempted from by square few too tightly wound to prepare for orgiastic proportions of blood sweat and tears grinding pelvises through years of experiential exchange drifting between partners parting company…’




I am not made of sense…

out of Context;
‘gathered opinion gone awry, but why wait for a why when sometimes the want is enough to start a reaction chaining some same such minds together at the concept alone as individual features become tangential angelic elements blessing lower forms of life living now with generations of alien consciousness locking up our systems with instinctual data casually foregoing that brains grey matter batters against the whipping winds of conformity domesticating as society dictates a person should be, though the trigger finger always rings true with shots fired shat-wise through the chaotic crowd in a haze of uncertainly valued self-sustaining attitude depicting a selfless abandon…’




Deductive confusioning…

out of Context;
‘finite capacity overpopulated with potentiality assaulting our senses cryptically crawling to heights unheard of until the talk of perspective catches with a mindful existence tracing lines in these timESPace wanderings conquering a continuum of continental divides soured on the certainties of collapsing graces and habituated bliss warped the sharp shape toward the ablyss bound to pull us into its swirl of gravity well above the rest of those repetitive traits overlapping painful surges taking self toward selfless levels of conscious collaboration, but we are not merely possessed seekers searching for conclusions…’




life as a double Negative…

out of Context;
‘treating the pain blind as it condemns the rest of the world as this potential tribe laid to waste by the hands of Mankind, the skilled assassin hounding jackals while the backup of others in as similar form crafted by psycho-politiical culling of the herd to summon those better than best at the role of death dealer to enemies of whatever state pays the best in their utmost capacity devised as the ultimate weapon by few of the military-industrial-commercial plague are these modern dark ages…’




the reMoval…

out of Context;
‘as butcher chop in twain animal calamity whose sudden and starkly strange contrasts are between a cursing and blessing sped by gravity insanity magma hot hand-eye coordination stationed in a few roles of performance metaphorically spoken for when animal distracted as aren’t we all some tragedy waiting to strike happening dumbstruck as if not accidentally on purpose enough for some of us depicting deviant sides of nature… the truly graceless face taking on the human miracle…’




Epic poetic genetique…

out of Context;
‘tonic through musical calibration echoing against of what ails a population deliberately acting as antidotes instead of anecdotes charged with components that attempt a conscious directed healing… as the bugs warp our invading of their territories at every unwary turn to make sense of what transpired from reference to memory with an accuracy from each pursuit to instill one’s person with confidence and commands of focus unobtainable by those still resistant to those natural changes loosed there is no wonder then why these things make no sense…’




norMalicy…

out of Context;
‘to the mayhem that separates us as individuals in a system trying awful mad gods upon us to tether and fetter each person as an absolute binary to the automatic tragedy of this ornate social superstructure today yet another reality mocking the grinding wheel used in place for a medicine as limbs are chopped away from the main body to save life from the same fate as the think tanks require an armor built from these rank-and-file youths unaware of what their country is about to do to them as no clues to finding that compassion necessary being a mercenary showing no mercy…’




prestiDigital

out of Context;
‘once the drives to adapt and thrive have finally succumb to these domesticated death urges comes throes of passion burning itself out, and in the consensual psyches a gift of insight is just as powerful to one as taught of control if not a much more credible one with insight also called for empathy or the message could get misunderstood in creating likely the most negative reactions…’




deLay of the land

out of Context;
‘a wildly entertaining wandering animal whose nature to resemble that of the planet from whom you and i are apart pulled separate by the strange winds winding threads and threats alike to make the most this a tapestry woven over cosmic aeons trying to sweep almost all of our dead references aside as with any other form of so-called debris time yields having been tread upon by all manner of beast and idea incorporating as much of the world into their unified perception of perfections creating a force field which can at times alter the natural degree of acceptance…’