‘…elements of the social conundrum beaten repeated from answers to questions in rhythm though not harmony with the random shades of thought which take up residence in my headspace conditioned through years of trying to figure things out and then stopping to rest in peace even if there are no rest stops Here along the road or however the pathway is presented to you alone for you are behind the wheel to drive this analysis engine down the streets collected stray emotions register obstacles, as the harmful approach to a situation erodes personal common bonds to other people as the crazy distance asserted by default lacking the basic awareness to properly aid another as you would wish to be supported through doubts attempting not to falter once some momentum forms spinning anxious plates around us…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…phases fabricating artifacts passing terror with each step doing what we have to get beyond these thresholds that hold us back repressively disconnecting us from our greatest assets in each other without malice or jealousy becoming median motivating factors for human conquest most grotesque as witnessed and reiterated time and again when history repeats the patterns people seek for comfort to realize the whole world is hostile to a default degree of subtlety than we can readily perceive in the daily struggles achieved, Here to be freed from fascist creeds and maxims whose expiration date seems to have been many moons ago though today have the same strains of bigoted ignorance bearing fruit of innocence to become warped by the ideals of corrupted agents in such idioms of state and religion as allows hypocrites…’
out of Context – ‘…what wicked things have expected to be catered to Here even if no one really cares for the person in question whose viewpoints might ring with insight but leaves one horribly drained merely letting their loquacious behaviors get obnoxious enough to fit underneath the skin we wear that annoyance at the very lest is inevitable Here, especially when resisting this simple mind trick gets old time and again expecting the attacks that intermittently keep us on our toes walking on eggshells and our mouths shut when trying to be covert about compromising situations in re-calibrated core defects subtly undetermined out of regard for human fragility as though only the strongest can survive these mutations as we each wear our flaws on our skinned sleeves and knees as much our heart who bares out the beating…’
out of Context – ‘…dramas that appear to the untrained eye as lazy indolent or slacking off in actual integrity or self respect sailing through the holy seize while searching for reasons to validate existing like this in modes bestial and atrocious questioning the vitality lodged in our minds alone unable for the better to transmit vague impressions while trying to get more clever at reading people and their body language even if it is true silence is my second language interpreted by the body more so sincerely than any words of truth could socially reduce us to a severe lacking in character as much compassion that trends Here with the whim of a kill economy where we’re all so free as martyrs on parade awaiting our fates individually as worse aims become fulfilled by deleterious obsession…’
out of Context – ‘…while Here, triggered dread of desperation making animals of us all whether indulged by some edifices of power or expressly forbidden from seeking those lessons that are reinforced by others as they must suck so that the seed may pass onto the next testing ground used to indenture servants thus harvested like crops toiling their own soil into growing ideal beings from the ground up perhaps in a vision as compared to insects we fear as we truly know not to what intents this human collective consciousness extends surmising if a hive mind is appropriate as a model of reference, deeds within a haunted crude oil extruded from these beasts that walk the earth without words or worry to contain in amber or some other form of petrified crusty prehistory…’
out of Context – ‘…the concrete circus we are built up from to participate in a psycho pomp and circumstance series of issues, we can try to re-calibrate the pain inflicted to make something constructive as opposed to destructive forces at work, flimsy excuses to show us how flawed the whole tribe is when looking at humanity for some saving grace within what we create as more than solely a process that delivers us to our products made readily available to the customs of consuming for which we all partake… that which only pays lip service to fact motivates the environment to find truth while dealing with actual effects of the thing…’
out of Context -‘…lessons inscribed in times of dread and loss and nonsense, whether to minds awaiting for stellar travels outside of the flesh or impacting our bodies to the degree that humans will not be our only final form as we carry the genetic burden throughout our lives without falter as the organic dreams of assimilating the artificial and superficial coldly clinically and calculated no matter the cost of casualty this is what nature requires of us as merely animal computers striving to accomplish some kind of achievement, hoping that failure will not deconstruct the person into option paralysis as our choice of exits exist to either free or condemn us while continuing to hope that we do not die off so easily…’
‘…what can a creature such as this fortuitous narrator mutating through phases of phrasing without much consistency to bridge the gaps that convey this information to you from me what do you see when this voice chimes in with every word read, possibly a picture describing the indescribable of biblical proportions though no legend from which to guide yourself to these words maybe if you had met me we could know this for fact and not sabotage or camouflage the truth with misconception and mythic exaggeration laying a heavy hand on our heads as children and into our minds as adulterated products of a society the localized individual does not wholly speak for…’ – out of Context.
boredom yet the kingdom tread by human paths conceptualized in minds open to terror trying to terraform a structured core where the one i am is a being just as boring as that of aching dominion craving a carved sort of curve out of learning, while caught in the excess of queues each formatted by the individual held captive by those options allowed to one of the many as only money can afford to excise the thoughts by universal whim retarded whose give-and-take tantrums yield not one solid step forward but wholly to be forewarned by others who in travel become worldly beasts but retain the state of the artistic animal nonetheless as a child of the mind lost in illusions found prior to this cranky conformity so profound to any who might utilize the gift of words revealing …
the insulted extinguish anguish exsanguinating of simplest harmonies quite differently it would seem to lead to friction subtle motions replace us by impeding and to some extent impressing we who move without a thought to whom gets a bit more damaged than the rest of us, trails of icy ghosts who inhabit the lives of mere children with eyes of an experienced adult raging against the cold change that occurs when all is feeling lost and vague an attack on the human condition as we all do it to each other in this odd course of give and the takes we return to keep others in subjecting people under a control as much as the bloodless mob mentality can without some form of product that creates repercussions of reflected behavior in the mirrors our faces represent to be sure that some …