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Obstinate Bass

out of Context;
‘a steady droning rhythm coalesces from the air observing the odd moods enchanting as a stubborn object implemented into this muscular tapestry displaying a harmony of synchronization moving from the subtle station to shroud through our substance, and resonating so deeply in its penetrations of spiritual ebb and flow through cosmic wave gyrating slowly by our standards as like a glacier causing a change too personal yet to command a better mental shield that should appear and protect those unaware of this as a perception switching movement occurring between us because of this, in a distinct tension created by the mere mention of any sensitive subjects…’




Umbilicultus

out of Context;
‘discussions between friends and foes alike somewhere… the teasing of a massive mob mission mentioned as decision made to try fixing those fixated on a harmful intention stayed as the hand of fate turning into puppeteer by humans lacking a faith reinforced by little more than imagination gluing pieces into brittle amalgam as cheap movement tries to stay structured, genetic encoding standard dying to vie for some alternate futures stored kept cold and stocked in the back where unknown history is open for the challenged debating as staked claiming to judge and demand a hassling shock set loose…’




that Aftermath After Laughs

out of Context;
‘laugh now at the dismissing ways of the ignorant mass stiff with competitive opportunism up its ass like a stick stuck even as this charismatic cystemic infection is in a process of covertly coveting your ass trying to scare you into choosing any sides in a subtle struggle to become dominant, the cruel insulting jokes choking a soft oft-mated companion in cheque by the patterns of chosen games piling up like unwanted discards in a deck before the dealing of hands we are given to raise up to the privilege of our past seeking defensive glances as we soon hold information to which we are privy far too close to our chests to ever read clearly…’




Exit Jesus Strategy

out of Context;
‘histrionic account of what it is happened since we arrived on this planet… male energy as masochistic as machismo infecting a worldwide worry machine manifest as the natural mutant to harsh and obscene consequences officiated by oblivious idiots too obvious to take anything real seriously except for their own selfish welfare distorted in a proportion out of place with what real living takes, and yet the idols we seem used to as worship were all men figured as leader respected more than others even though their powers were only as good as the people who chose to follow them speculating a future without their savior too late to claim a fruitful escape from history turned chains by civilizations of consensus spent warping time and space…’




you FACH so loudly

out of Context;
‘as the top flows fluidly into the bottom throes of a loaded cosmic barrel without the notice of more than a few individual visions made to fit the mainstreaming as powerful functional meaning into the solid words we say so casually, i see with the eyes of god in the voice of this man within who is me trying to move so carefully amid these entrapping things that sting and burn and enmesh with reality and my perceptions of what is real, and dealing with askew a dichotomy of phobic intent searching as like a wailing banshee to free the demon quirk afflicting our sights as they meld with the rest…’




Obscure Not Dead

out of Context;
‘the damage is caused then cleaned up like nothing had ever happened in the first place with deceiving seeds seated at the start of a dysfunction made real in consequence to deal with for many of these as generations to come bleeding through like light shown through a prism… the separate strands of colors our selves drip down to pool at our feet like a worshipful tribe to imbibe for our approval the gist and the jism of the situation presented before us, many of us caught up in following our bliss that we do not ever seem to see the other side as terror ablyss to contradict our needs and desires from the manifest as a simple investing in ourselves, but curious if we hear our hearts why fear our fearts?…’




aPopStigmaPerverse

out of Context;
‘through immortal time awaiting personal approval to seek substance after this death is received with our voice then going quiet as the personal GOD (grand operating directive) which is our own dies with us each unto ourselves and all lives we have touched and touches ours becomes something more than just this, as relic recollecting what was and is to query the enchantment laid thousands of years ago what the concept to build this titanous empire truly meant questioning a queer faith not faultless at all by default as we stall along the precipice of cliff’s edge thought a tight lair opened up by those so entranced to enter the dragon falling as a stone from the sky…’




Occipital Jobe

out of Context;
‘left with a helpless jobbery robbing us of our dignity instinct for a freedom in distracted boredom without ideas to enslave or escape made tainted by our faith in mindless idiot dismissal of outside integers compliment to bans and taboos as which can traumatize and confuse our movements, dropping jobbies upon the lawn of any elitist sociopathic blight screwing our ears closed to other truths via the mind-wiping urge designated progress by some affluent side of vying to understand this human plague any further by torturing and then starving the creative impulse through opportunistic ides of mechanism turned modern profits in murderous attempts at gaining played, and the jobsworth fools with their petty wits wrapped around themselves in vicious defensive stance…’




34 degrees of this dys-stress…

out of Context;
‘signals describing the posturing world, this a cantankerous canker swore to us that nothing would go wrong pushing the opposite to the fore of this epic experiment that seems insane as the layers reverse and stack upon each other creating a weaving effect compressing our paradigm like a nugget of coal that is then squeezed by the pressure to become a diamond, and yet with this analogy there are still reasons that none of this social compress seems to come to fruition in the species of human crawling across the face of the heathen earth while still laughing and crying and living and dying oblivious to the garden with the manmade tumors growing up in its place as dead arms unable to send messages along the grapevine with any accuracy…’




New World Hoarder

out of Context;
‘a puzzling display of the thoughts taking shape as time wiles away the moments digested and catalogued as the pages in a book somewhere gathering dust or burned perhaps, and how far this is from a place we usually idealize literature like a literal intellectual architecture assembled from ages past present and future sighted and cited as the supreme sources forming a fundamental beginning to any study or endeavor as possible adventure… a censure of even a handful of these facts or ideas is enough to waylay the journey from happening to those persons that most require it as revitalizing force to be reckoned with moving a chrysalis state forward into breaking through to the other side of life seeing the pain and agony as stepping stones along the open trail…’