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Fodder’s decay

out of Context;
‘as salesman, a rusting hustler still mining the opportunism where the dream once stood before subversion became the hunt and the sport over a ridiculously condensed amount of time with the game being the massive of people we are as much a part of as the rest lost in the dire shuffle thinking money is the solution as financial systems collapse for those not at the top of the heap reaping the rewarding and benefits yet a claim that no one else is responsible for the accumulation of that wealth, but this is of course false as a flag burning defiles our national integrity in flaming retribution in lifetimes of filth and hopelessness…’




living like a Narco-leper…

out of Context;
‘ease the discomfort of bizarre altered states thought a better alternative to the blackout that hits to defenestrate the helpless mind out of the window of the soul once that threshold has been reached because there is only a tiny spectrum of “good time” before the closing just as hard as the initial launch, but these things are only the most positively effective when there is a respect for the humble qualities of the cherished fix pride burning out those without the slightest developed respect for either plant nor animal only the chase for that mode outside of one’s own specifics to attempt reality testing as personally-divulged tool in assessing a safety and the general attitude of the environment as it crosses our paths Here… restricted by an absent authority that believes itself inevitable…’




this is the neustress

out of Context;
‘onto legends that status which cannot be transformed supposedly by the lashings of mortal fascinations when unfolded into diseases that have yet to reach the ground zero to assess the damage that will be done later that quakes and collapses the foundation of medical science and academia to an extent that will register a lot further down into the content of the realm we inhabit, and as them we are left with very few threads to begin following out of the maze contorted by displaced facts and the twisting of fiction that creates a tension palpable in detail that trivializes the compiled experience that makes us the who we are today almost set as self-aware prototypes of the opportunism rife within this feckless microcosm mushed and misshapen by the magicks of more than just some stage act…’




indie gents and their hip stirring..

out of Context;
‘nothing makes much sense without so much as a road map to triangulate a pathway to attack upon the basis of a stratagem that will be striking out against those naysayers trying their hands at a sooth as a truth saying whatever they wish to create a fundamental though not fundamentalist shift in these self-evident truths vibrating no matter the person vying for dominance, but figures who do come to power are not ever what was expected when they apply to rules that give leeway to certain groups opposed as to those viewed as being the inferior and lacking any appropriate traits to pass on to those of the future of the evident species though this of course is all a game played to keep the general population as paranoid as possible…’




in the barbarian creme…

out of Context;
‘yet still so many that refuse out of stubborn instincts to be as contradictory as possible and stand against the grain as a living resistance in one form or another whether as good guys or bad ones each pushing an agenda of goals that we as the masses have no other choice but to try adapting ourselves to or die swallowed by conformity or to have tempted fate to absolve us of our suffering in Here venturing to appease the unrelenting with ambiguous motives with plans to subvert and infuse steady torment within the daily death rituals… as condemnable focus for the multitudes reinforcing their lives to cooperate with the rules of some vicarious idea of mastery thrilling tyrants who have been given as archetypes televised and utilized in modern mass pacification…’




you’re irredoucheable…

out of Context;
‘still shooting the seed trying to reach the stars without realizing that the help of others is a necessary practice among our fellow human beings whose separate glories are just as valid, and as these supposed truths we are locked within by our subliminal subversive devotion to are also those cures that kill the familiar with rituals undermining truer happiness to create the saddest faction of humanity separated by us as an accepted deterioration that becomes reality over the fantastic coordination that shuffles our shit off this mortal coil and on into the love of a void that annoys us to be this out of touch with our heads hearts and a harmony that could right the wrongs made so righteous by the wrong people pushing out through our history as a menace of phantoms…’




everyone is a dinosaur in hell…

out of Context;
‘something more relevant than merely conforming to the opinions of others where no comfort is granted with any of a casual goal pursued tethered to this basis for operations by theories on string and those tentative connections between us rivaling bullies confronting to intimidate or terrorize or worse while the sequence of events rolls further off the assembly line lied to by the sports always heckling the good intentions of anyone they would prefer to use or move, and the abuse gets thick and tense and noxious as well once you learn under what auspices of whose grotesque sense of history we all shuffle about taking on those burdens and proofs to which it is to be reasoning of authority that we finance and follow with these horrid terms applying to make everyone a criminal easily persecuted…’




spazturazation

out of Context;
‘a whole awareness in order to find the golden fountain like a sucked cess that pours out wafting harsh waves of diesel breeze lapping at the triggers of the human genome who becomes used to hormones and pheromones as long as there is no need to think about it too closely for comfort… trained to bend our opinions to dead defacto rulers measuring these homogenized stakes to claim to their graves with thoughts of revenge in heads that merely transmit these patterns wanting to translate themselves because this is a part of the unique programming made to conform to the standards upheld by people little better than dictators or tyrants ranting in timely fashion the bells tolling away for thee…’




lemniscating upon thin ice…

out of Context;
‘those inconsistencies that riddle our system with pain and suffering, but even in the concrete of care-taking what gives way to the decay and lack of improvement even if no one is devoted to making things better as though changing this by anything other than a humble mindfulness can distract from identifying with a confident version of the Self that is able to act and be responsible when needed as weeded out from the resting wicked Here in a kind of purge that keeps the outsiders on the fringe that bursts loose from the seams making it more madness than we ever could need… keeping oriented with the ticking away of clocks into oblivion as time is something easily referred to by the upper management whose presence is not ever seen only felt…’




Sati’s faction…

out of Context;
‘in revolutions of shameless surprise trying to wield opportunity like a hot knife to easily cut the butter of this fatty stubborn resolve that puts us at odds with ourselves much easier than with those narrowed sights we perceive being the reality in this case the burning window to the soul as hoop aflame to leap through forced when it seems that we cannot be the ones required to summon the courage to confront our fears as much the perceived flaw a shedding of tears is considered bad form or rude manners even though it is a catharsis for those so cryptic emotions… that we can be assured of anything is wrong and always is ending up fueling that sacred fire that is our divine being in the various forms of not only gods and monsters within…’