out of Context – ‘…pressure that can exhibit or inhibit the little bits we allow to emerge without reluctance being a main feature among the creatures Here gathered to praise or insult the martyr performing their acts as duty pooping in people’s heads and their mouths by causing them to chatter incredulous affluencia applying scrutiny through idle gossip in social worship candid incantations to validate sacrificial appropriation made manifest into revival of festivals around which catharsis may be produced or attained however one can have an angle stringing themselves along best possible scenarios when sincerely fighting defeat, fostering fetishes for innocence locked in a looping cycle of abuse that stems from longer ago than the immediate effects felt now that we can see apples falling from trees blaming gravity for the pain and grief they inflict…’
out of Context – ‘…storms gathering momentum condense tension and energy into thunder and lightning to show for the efforts of nature transpiring as universal tumult going full tilt into blazing a pathway for the future is too uncertain for those enacting plans while they can in order to solve some conflict perhaps buried deeper than others are witness as the sensitivity and sensibility surrounding us sometimes as a shroud of urine when micturition strikes to reveal how vulnerable we are through pissed jeans and wet stains removing dignity, soon replaced by fragile galaxies whom in seeking support silently condemn themselves to be viewed as weak by those who may speak loudly though say nothing of value as isolated realm of futility lurking in the moment indebted us to death…’
‘…objecting to neglect trying our best to fight the dying of the light when no other enemies surround us today looking instead to flickers of brightness that shock the senses raw into reset as the eyes roll back in their respective head seeing the blindness in the sky strike as a lightning bolt between ears and eyes in attempting to stay conscious through that charged currency meeting resistance with morbid stillness and silence… what tricks are we trading up for when we finally decide for ourselves to advance beyond the weights set against our personal momentum from traveling the cosmic far away there moving all mutable variations with silent logic drifting between liminal spaces nominally imaginary amongst those who cannot experience the depth of layers in nuance as much nuisance of the senses…’ – out of Context
‘…mating futility with progress to adapt others to this orientation of all roles in the future serving the systems at work making better places for all of us to submit ourselves in loyalty to figures of insensitivity trying to turn the tides of warfare against the civilians as though they were aliens to be exterminated by the harshest possible means necessary at the disposal of those beings set with the task creating burnt offerings… grotesque sacrifice accepted by equally twisted versions of gods taking their powers for granted because rules apply Here and nowhere else as strictly that adherence to these tools is praised by the others in charge and otherwise as is the general evidence most evident in the eyes of others choosing to worship fragile ego gods who do not care for them…’ – out of Context
‘…turning all of us into default victims whether we had a choice or not makes no difference to these absolutes of brutality walking in flesh and most born from wombs as you or me spending nine months hiding and waiting for a term of release in which the purging of fluids then unchains this embryonic biomass as possible bionic murderer-in-training capable of utilizing the latest tools of death and torment seeing each person as potential targets can be cathartic yet tragically doom one to acting out their fantasies, casualties of a causal interest in mayhem without regards to the long-term affects that occur when humans decide to be animals…’ – out of Context
‘…mutually-involved vitality not so exclusive at liberty to be universal in application and interest for the conquest over what a pathetic fallacy with programs society keeps promoting as cure for that which ails us even though we are awash in controversial arguments inclined toward the experimental nature within science and proving the other bastards wrong in their assessments of varied truths Here, in the mortal plane of existence where our minds become confused with our bodies constantly holistic because they are truly one and the same as merely parts capable of seeking glory as much as the freedom to pursue whatever enduring ideas from the mundane to fantastic have their place in that realm parallel to our own possibly more in tandem and inseparable than fathomable…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…to be erased as time erodes the human experience in waves that function through any distress as signals filtering information moving fluids that surge and protect for certain levels of safety set by previous caretakers Here not unsurprisingly disgusted or disappointed at the ways in which we have chosen to collectively handicap ourselves in a way that justifies nothing but suffering through the worst of the trafficking souls because soon enough that too will be gone, torn from the page that instilled with faith that there is indeed in some form some meaning to be had when judgment roaming cover-to-cover bears the arms and weight of the think tank heavily geared toward the art of conquering as fifth horseman…’
‘…something culminating from all of these actions in motion to maintain stability and bellwether the storms yet to be Here, and awestruck by the infecting septic shock deeper on a damaged system used for healing oneself though not an easy coping mechanism to achieve especially with all of the interference causing the noises to get louder as they become harsher to demand attention from the distracted bodies that remain even after the initial squeals of distemper when a mob mentality is finally able to run amok like the holiest furies summoned from the depths out of a purgatory so abstracted from whatever we think we know as the caustic continuum…’ – out of Context
the screeching of the weasels and the cries of the carrots echo down in the park this jungle has become drumming as much free basing off of the fear ruling the streets to make the consequences more distinct to those who refuse to pay attention even though they realize the hollow highs costing us our space and time if we waste too much of it to then become just another lesson to be recorded to teach the hoarders to confess their syntax with languages so late they are deceased or believed to be that way oppressed as dead “men” have no tails or threads used in a long drawn out series of threats as solely benefits anyone adapted and dying to take advantage of the greater collective hard-pressed to commit to a better future in easy-made instructions written for …
out of Context;
‘dysfunction fashioned by some as being hip… these people are idiots and in the long run we all die anyway so what other conclusion does one need except nihilism and love when the crass and embittered sides of our thoughts require that fuel surging triumphant fury through the furnace a soul becomes channeled properly though never with the programs one sees upon the tv screens causing bewildering patterns to emerge when no one else yet is to look in timed harmony with the rest as humanity stacks its invisible odds on the worst bets, surrender was never words talked about when heavy doubts are revealed exposing the trends for any possible mends for that cosmic tapestry we are caught lounging on as seen by some perhaps as a still life from afar on islands of free will…’