‘…to escape or with which to shelter oneself or others when new world warfare demands sacrificial soldiers and higher body counts, irrepressible trauma garlands warriors turning them on with gore into readily available psychosis for anyone to notice Here in the midst of deplorable actions which are normalized to an extent of accepting deadly desires for weaponry as common so much so darker moments of gunplay have become fetishized away even as corpses stack up domestically with some of us delighted by these statistics out of morbid curiosity showing our capacity for wanting to do harm to others without thought being given to what repercussion likely occurs if such tactics are implied to be necessary even if collateral damage casualties end up being children, toxic streetwise affiliations on battlefields anywhere warfare permeates our comfort levels…’ – out of Context
‘…as crippling sensational decisions catching us off-guard as the idealized innocence breaking into maturity taking away our context of perfection yet remaining so critical that it fails us disgusted by the rotted corpse of tradition that guides those to volunteer sacrifice through the artifice of darkest reaches without exception Here erected as idols gathering momentum through the unified warships around us as martial envelope that shelters as much as it also enrages the encased to harass within this crass verMenagerie repelled appeals without being virtuous to wield forcing polarized antagonism few can resist… exiled to a land of man-made mountains of glass and steel bordering upon gods’ fortress buttressed by the beliefs that shatter this gloried whole of excellence by wishing for expectations to connect with substance instead of some ephemeral longing always…’ – out of Context
‘…dressed as empty words trigger horrid feelings inevitably causing wounds of more than a physical nature as pieces of friendship and pedantic leanings can fall apart when the communication is rife and rich with inane layers obsequious surmise to all persons involved tired trope conducive to remaining in contact or connected throughout the journey without any regard for meaning well being intact as people endure each other and their irrespective bullshit thrown up like vomit projects a wall of excuses that aren’t cut to fit that glitch inside my mouth that tells me what to say when it turns the brain off, it makes me go insane as weaponized masses of dysfunction that grow into thick tumors which yield a syrupy pus drawn from a deep sickness that prevails over what cultural graveyards we have…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…to be archived until registered later on in from the brain it recalls such recalcitrant details pulled out of stubborn depths that place such pieces in abstract as like any other cargo cult floating out there amid the debris of a holy see where we happen to fall into which category gorily describes the real atmosphere that tests us best as individuals instead of primal tribal group dynamics that calls out flaws without regards to who is being addressed and to what pejoratives are utilized to regale others in the anecdotal evidence, to what occurred in first person terms that may confuse the mere passerby to the struggle that unfolds as disease spreading in the streets being what we have to work with overextending delight by leaps and bounds of day and year…’
‘…not a proper substitute when nothing else will do Here in this particular instance we have created seeking fortunes without a doubt as to where our efforts go cannot be all those nightmare realities displayed as though meaningful enough to portray not betray the true emotions that explode upon the screens antagonizing dreams out of heads in furtive expressions of natural nomenclature excessively possessing our darker side as shadow element preceding as substantial weighty moralism that dominates as it changes the landscape, almost as if manifest destiny always in effect crucifying the handful as sacrifice as opposed to a majority of influence wasted on people who inevitably do not care for freedom or slavery but toe the line out of fears that another dread period of time will in fact infect us with terror…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…to service as ants on the surface superficially-yielding to the hyper-aware hallucinations that serve as any god Here, farming for nutrients warped by a prodigal sun that shines only half the day away while darkness triggers the rest of us at night to run and hide our face from occluded mobs whose mentality expresses the spectrum of offensive behaviors trying their best to escape from the walking living vessels Here consuming the fate they have been allowed to create whether spawned from hostile parents rendered inert from the structural analysis moving corporeal autolysis into digestive phage regurgitating to reincorporate elements that would otherwise resurface as denatured aspects corrupted by mankind’s cruelty reshaping nature into his own grotesque image, even if that means a toxic appearance harbinger of the horrors to come…’
out of Context – ‘…the skin given as protection but also sensory device utilizing the latest in natural technology one can find Here amidst the rare flora and fauna that feigns reigning supreme over these creatures becoming meat for your tacos and burgers while shedding the various layers that hold us in as caged oftentimes rage-inducing to almost berserk levels because disaster follows those giving others the severe feeling of vulnerability versus learning to resolve their own allergic pledges of allegiance to higher powers than oneself condemned to live through these obstacles that are going to destabilize, listening to whispers that summon the harshest parts of us to the surface to scour and scourge through methods of personal brutality that cannot be stopped once set into motion Here in the apparent waking aftermath of impressions…’
out of Context – ‘…modified versions of “the sky is falling” mentality especially when it feels that apocalypse coming is just around the corner where eyes shelter from the unforgiving everyday at the same intervals that cannot contain remedies to the new disease if it still grabs us by random when it wants to feed from our personal sense as being totally succumbs doing the best it can do to not fall apart Here, when it seems all sources point against us in our fragments of psychic structure attempting to change us for its ideals of a better even if we never know the outcome to be a certainty because nothing appears so absolute for long while we are Here lost and adrift in our own thoughts stretched tightly across our senses that we can easily doubt our direction…’
‘…beyond the shit storm that rumbles and whines as any other atmospheric conjunction Here, fatal flaws lorded over by rulers in the shape of ships as some coveted treasure perhaps all to create a new lure of mystery to captivate those who might want a piece of the perilous bounty that comes with radical thinking moving rocky thoughts around with the same sensation as the flailing sea that those collective vessels set out in search of something more than what was there whether undiscovered lands and people or experiencing the voyage itself while taking notes that be useful to further novel generations beset by a wanderlust that can never be impeded once it starts to take us in new directions than any prior explorations… a voice calling for retribution…’ – out of Context
‘…beneath the extreme paranoia as much the good nous that permits logic and reason Here yet does not define us as well as we would like to see be true, our bodies doing their best to cope with things we keep introducing to them creating a supply and demand that seems to never end when considering the variable parts that distinguish themselves Here as being worthy of social attention in humanity as it plies every trade possible to the ends of a permissible closure by consequence before another boulder rolls down the mountains to conflict with our ascent toward plateaus of crucial discovery by way of advancing ourselves forward through the inherent misery of being…’ – out of Context