‘…only bad people attempt to attack the sleeping even when waking ain’t easy for the least woke amongst us staying aware of what’s happening upon all fronts of interest for which we are caught up in the slings and arrows that as traffic appears lately in pain and suffering though it never really starts with us does it as instead the perpetuity of the series of left or right turns consecutively makes us as square as the tamed and lamed forces at work within the various jurisdictions we may get indicted in if not fully indoctrinated fates, establishing us as existing at all before our souls too are siphoned from and upon in order to keep the artificial lights on Here manifesting dreams on the screens eyes peeled for the night terrors sighted at times…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…irrealis moods manipulative and often mismanaged by human hands and minds as they try to interrelate with each other Here tasked to do some of the most basic of actions quite repetitively over time in many places as required by necessity straining the effective results every time ratcheting up the possibility for failure in this world as often trapped by our own internal dealings and bargains made over the course of a lifetime attempted to be lived to some fullest extent given though trying not to take for granted the subtleties overlooked while succumbing to an immediacy in everything, perhaps through words finding safety even though the struggle is real over what meaning can be derived and arrived at safely within this stirring echo chamber as it swirls us into submission easily…’
‘…scared to name nimble words to access a proposed metaphysical supernature like a signature which supersedes humans as masters of their own destiny intriguing some who may think that fear can be a real horror show and mind killer to many choosing to imbibe of its cesspool brew leading one to hideously spiral down beyond a golden ratio of conscious awareness and participation in these struggles pushing a past of dread aside to embrace the adventure of life, as human shapes of cosmic debris where there is no real time only dream Here as magical infusion between powers of imagination and the practice of a metaphorical warped drive forward no matter what obstacle to be found in the way of progress as pragmatic conquest…’ – out of Context
‘…installing virtue into humanity as one might try to command electricity from the very air obsessing over the valid traits that move with us as we create another generation used to reinforce whatever situations of the past have built to this point carved by hand with pen and ink to then be engineered words and other tools to trade effectiveness when a set of peculiarities have been stressed beyond stability, taking the ease of least resistance to heart while endearing oneself to masses misconstrued a bit too far into ignorance…’ – out of Context
out of Context -‘…continuing to distort any ‘truth’ into a critical “reality” impaired by consensus very rarely any sensual journey to be consensual or wished by many floating up against the shit held in the other hand like sands tightly gripped, and these thoughts are merely some mind out of mind as substance enough to queasily repulse those sensitive of stomachs trying to change emotional lead into social gold before the veins run dry of its quarry while a canary lowered too deep to escape freely becomes acclimated into a dark empty where others are too cowardly to tread whether climbing crawling or in casting out creatures to exile…’
walking contra-coding dictionary quite contrary not the most bestial beast in the who’s zoo of guinea pig blues put out profanity like a vanity of flames conflagrating as much congregating while stalking and tailing the families of the elite few knowing nothing but trivial skeleton keys able to unlock greater knowledge than what exists in these invalid dominions wasting their ways to make due urgent clues that follow a mystery or two toward misery or perhaps abuse of common sense laboriously confused as arguments for or against those in whom make up the actual majority of a consensus reality generating holograms left as markers on a live-action map of the Now Here where we witness that all variables get their time in the sun with as much of the sum of parts unknown as they can find themselves truly …
taking a look at myself and others in ways that proceed to canceling each force unfathomed separate from a looking glass that resembles more a needle’s eyes threading through narratives compiled and catalogued by the faces then to be housed behind the masks of skin held tight and high in places we would rather wreck loose festering hidden away as tribulated why it works this way and how as systematic anthems grind and corrode against the splendid veneer chromed to the touch in the worldly political politeness that eats our souls while leaving burning reminders haunting the hollow hell sights set aside for the punishable numbers remaining through tragic collapse these times into strange situations contradicted by martyrs and tyrants tirades cutting and rutting deeply psychic wounds by taking lives in modern fashion fucking up these whys with the …
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‘placed where they could present the most lethal of hostilities groomed to cause unseen threads of manipulating ley-lined strings connected at the places conducive to movement for an insurgent villain grift to follow and distract, countries kill and die over their nihilist national identity which neither represents the ant- nor protagonistic force alone but a combo of the few “winning” traits we all share by genetic strands swaying us in the solar winds until baked to death by our ecological retardation creating pockets a bit too underdeveloped in this world soon causing other forces to be unleashed like elder gods older than the periphery by which they wander around us as a burglar waiting for a moment’s weakness to strike out affixing defiant traits to tiny minds capable of holding the theories only the shadow knows…’
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‘the rooster or peacock whose job is to play alpha while praising jah when wobbling on our morals and ethics while in the midst of managing to raise the stakes a little bit higher as though this were something to bet upon… the precise demonic prods culling the queues to an unusual excuse used to abuse the forced of their good behavior projected out onto others to create a mythological message that fulfills a self-manifesting prophecy pushed along by that ambiguous consciousness that sometimes lack a minds’ eye for conscience the science perhaps of conscious pursuit of caring and compassion as solipsistic trial by effort returning those curious elements animating the corpses-to-be we are Here becoming more than animal or aliens trying to perceive what human means…’
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‘casting that saturnalian cornucopia set short against a backdrop of Clemmons’ situational aesthetics in principle becoming action gashing out the eye of a preconceived notional taboo with the one long goddamn motherfucking pinkie nail that says …”maybe you will die from this or maybe you won’t” though survival leaves all sorts of scars behind into wounded truths half-abused to our deaths respectively wrongly conceived as badly running gag force fed what another’s understanding meant only to them beginning and ending as butcher and meat considered a crude symbiosis gory slick with blood and oils in a quicksand vacuum then of Manmade toxic creation after the fact it releases into a time-sensitive exhibit extolling virtues by the dozens and the vices wrapped up tightly nightly are over guilty feelings whose self-discipline makes for unique relationships between people…’