out of Context;
‘the face from the civilized feces we collected leaves to be left behind amidst nature’s consequences, but what are we if not nature in a natural world though this ideal can tend to be just that without any ideas of what comes next in the coordination of being and beings as both good and evil cursed and blessed by this trivial yet unconditional love for these creatures so formed approaching limits we cannot always visualize clearly from this far before this event horizon of reality bent into shapes assumed without cognizance as in a real competent patience now becomes as time in second’s reflex to refract and catch the light as it whistles by through gears and cogs at work Here…’
out of Context;
‘these conceptual shadows breaking down humanity from within one act in whatever the given scenario that some erisian strategists have used to engage discord rolled up sleeves revealing mystery bowling for soup sideshow as technique to grow a small income, but maybe these schemes would never have worked out for the best in timing and instinct bestial synchronized to this grand circadian rhythm set to the rolls of a pair of dice disposed to decay before this rebirth keeps shifting around in distilling the final details of continuity…’
out of Context;
‘the mission of the few who are left with officially destined tasks to save this crude nude humanity… queued up to the lines of filthy oblivion in living its’ destiny through us like children sent chuting from a conquering womb as cages keep the youthful exuberance held in cheque by the teeth of their sages, those in whose a relative decision is made by the hammer of the gods to defraud their way out of the paper bag brains driveling insane because of their reign of terror…’
out of Context;
‘the modern American ghouls syphoning a life vicariously through money-worship and idolization, and churning the firmament of a fomenting society into shitty class wars and struggle that smuggles the righteous traits out of place to enforce the smiling fakery trying to subjugate humanity into their place with no safety in numb fingers broken and bitten by the cold states of change… i cannot persuade you with my half-assed pontificating disguised as poetry attempting to urge the thresholds to differ as the dimensional depths of reality fluctuates relentlessly in both an inner and outer space…’
out of Context;
‘our history left spinning, but multiple senses are excluded by the powers being that they see nothing but the greed and their own biased values in a sea of lies and duplicity ruling out the truth for profits excused by a toxic drama and an embargo on emotional evolution in use as bargaining chip in a manipulation of the masses… to make those out as taking drastic measures overstepping casual boundaries presented by a few that have alternate plans for exploiting a treasure, pulled from these cold dead hands of the fundamentalist fiends who claim a righteous knowledge of what is better…’
out of Context;
‘pushing all the timid clones along to meet the cliff’s edge where true satisfactory testing begins with the leap of faith to trust yourself that this isn’t going to be the absolute end finishing off everyone who did not pass the first time through, but still your beating heart for one more cautious moment to see who you are that you are not a mere living machine meant for hard labor while the rest of humanity teases oodles of commodities from your worth and value as attempt to be more than the animal…’
out of Context;
‘preference for a chosen responsibility instead of ones handed to us to be stretched like a tool sometimes abused by the system considered mild treatment for what it is said “we get what we deserve” as little compensation for any pain or loss contradicting the ideal of a ‘greater good’ floating about like a god as some ethereal judge or supervisor attempting to correct all visions into one endless goal which might not exist if it weren’t for the assembly of these people contributing all the blood sweat and tears they have to this bitter competition-based religion worst of all yet… motion make believing, mocking, or stubborn hatred for the unknown Other can create an insular and impotent posture for one who would react as though their viewpoint is THE ideal…’
out of Context;
‘this oppressive idea of oblivion used in eliminating oblivion from thinking as the heart gets lost in its’ own twitching spells disposed to making one think endlessly of those fucked up instances where if only a bestial side of ourselves could awaken and eliminate the creeping distortions inherent in trying to live a life free of those killing obligations from which others seem to suffer, what loses me is how much i want to suffer as the martyr set upon as a person deserving of this instrument of torture for their people like sacrificial scapegoat sent into oblivion just as easily with a knife or noose yet that is how cruel we have to be in order to kind of get anything what we want done or the corpse gets left unidentifiable to authorities…’
out of Context;
‘ritualizing the lifestyle like the slaves to extracurricular idols as saints with the church veneer and the shining screen teeth eating against type the believers and their beliefs like a treat or snack of casual urge to consume, but to assume the ends means nothing of the result of attacking with a hunger gnawing restlessly in aggressive longing to conquer the meal one presumes to give its livelihood for a value in the devourers’ cookbook canceling one residual avenue for food… sustenance in small steps taking critical charge as the visually gory love for blood pours off from the screaming faces raped and tortured in scenes witnessed flickering through a tiny window quantified by experience of cheapened trauma allowing the dismissal of the real fates of the human beings…’
out of Context;
‘the symbols and signals that garner respect for those that know how to play these vindictive little games that mute more than one or two voices to exorcise the random ghosts of rebellion out of the system… i cannot stand this rage at an impotent stance neutralized by a credible opinion from out of ivory towers gilded in a shroud of oblivion as a humanity staggering out from underneath the shadow tries as many keys as possible to unlock this doorway as an exit, in some kind of path through all the collected works and versions of this station earth…’