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hieronymous like a bosch…

out of Context;
‘the easel pondered upon by the artist as clarity syphons mind toward the material where this interpreter is idly aware of art as something outside of the Self less perceived, a caricature cut from ideas left to be fused together into a pastiche that reveals little to the lurking tainted eyes of the observers perverted in their dreams and a horrid fantasy of what reality can be by their obnoxious greeds agreed to between each other that this vision is a glorious one despite the vanity in captivating the world at large suspended in disbelief as solution to conceive of the mutilating grotesque in humanity growing fetid, and clenching the tools that no small minds can achieve…’




a simple ectomorph ism.

out of Context;
‘very few things which go to waste energetically as it is this transient currency which there is not certainty within a substance except for the always-shifting nature in its flows as like the liquid becomes a solid or gas if the conditions for this to occur are right not necessarily needing stars to align but it helps… but this does not mean light cannot bend like rules to our favor once we have learned all needed complex formula to translate intention into a reflex memory which will serve the magician throughout in the term of their lives much as algebra serves as a ‘reunion of broken parts’ when there are pieces of debris lying as much as scattered manifolds hiding many universes inside on site unseen by the naked eye alone, meaning like seeds are deep inside…’




the day the internet died…

out of Context;
‘under superstitious constraints as conflicted between an antagonistic faith and untethered curiosity in evolving from these electro-magnetic states to a greater understanding beyond mere flesh, coming home to that Other within ourselves that somehow separates from us when we reach all these new spiritual plateaus as each a different set of rules and rhythms to adapt and to metadapt (cellular adaptation) to as well when everything seems at odds before the evens… the rules can collapse just like the body in moments of deterioration collaborating to the mosaic we call ‘history’ maybe a bit too frequently nasty in the collective cesspool of a tragedy sadly pronouncing most of us ‘doomed’ prior to being born…’




satan’s vacancy

out of Context;
‘history as failed experiment infecting tired broken systems that have spent most of the “good times” aligned with a most horrid collection of imbeciles at beck and call to be summoned like the aforementioned demons… the lure of lore can paralyze the witness with dreams and fantasies in rendering some of these surreal ideas for real in the manifest density confused with the abstracted urge of symbols and signals in an attempting of a mutual understanding with the world about what it means to exist as the being and the concept bound together immutable and interminable as many a question that seeps through the warped dynamic glimmer all around us, as the terrain goes out from under our feet when feigning the defeat can keep a person from being utterly debased by the scythe of fate…’




taking the terrible, making it spiritual…

out of Context;
‘dramatically… we all require the ability to adapt to our surroundings in order to strive instead of dying out in minor stints before the extincts kick in triggering our synapses to end in death like a sociological tsunami dragging this old world of certainty into debris and danger as falling objections commence to commiserate with the rest finding that nothing makes sense Here where humanity lives as both a slave and a master tormenting each one of us who resists this ignorant bliss fisting us from the abyss we avoid like the plague as if most of us ever know what that means, most of us cannot afford to try understanding when the weight of others obliges us to move in directions without thinking…’




history as a social histamine…

out of Context;
‘draw upon myths and their corresponding elements of truth sometimes subtle or hidden throughout the patterns evolving between time flows, and are yet not cured of these deviant behaviors maligned and intermingled by the residents of the heathen earth wrapped up in their own situations to a fault making the curious cruel by leaps and bounds of the abstract imagination upholding a primal code finding ourselves blocked by the antagonistic forces digesting an opinion that isn’t their own Here… when the royalty of Europe later claimed divine rules and sat upon their thrones rather than bodies in the battlefield…’




a harpy’s bazaar

out of Context;
‘pretending to believe a skewed idea of greater good that means so much more than qualities of human kindness universally reinforced with a positive reinforcement to endorse that anyone can do it through their own freedom of choice as much as believing in oneself more than those disparaging remarks made by the jealous, as we have the choice to turn our attentions away from that atrophy and decay devoured by the birds of prey that flock together tearing out pieces that can never be replaced as they were in order to sort out the weak from the strong when we all stand equal to each other after the fact of past tense inside of this ephemeral existence as a ghost searching for meaning in all the systems we are seeking…’




a weapon pious.

out of Context;
‘as metaphor for a dialogue between mind and body perhaps, though still answers elude our curiosity driving us like a cruise missile to demolish any sanctity that would stand in resistance that the skeptical might have in confronting faith as related through personal diversions of a ministered flock in congregating around the words and interpretations of their chosen scholar whose only true devotion need be to the Self as inspired by god even if that means killing hundreds of thousands in wars and converting those who know not the inherent truth to your systemic inflection virally spiraling in toward an end which we know not as a finish…’




monadic nomadic

out of Context;
‘a privileged effect of ego consciousness to want constantly winning out against whatever the lesser traits of a designed human individuation destined with dualistic subroutines to utilize all of the urges the animal can glean from itself and all of its’ peoples whether as isolated and astray from the herd of human contact in reflective periods of emotional feedback, or somehow a remembering the memories and experiences from gathered lives as an ever-expanding tree of life grows beyond those dreams and fetters of materialism now substituting a maternal instinct to care for each other as parts of the greater unit relying on the group to create a sensation of gathered loving attention…’




phenomenumb

out of Context;
‘a complacency that compels no one any further than the where they are Now… as time passes me i realize i ain’t no tourist in this place that eats children by sucking their souls into the material to test and retrain those who might refrain from participating as everyone sooner or later becomes a participant occupying to reconfigure their smallest cells as the DNA and RNA rival and ripple the information in various states of acceptance as a microcosmic bartering exchange that you would miss if you blinked, a peace of ourselves…’