‘…killer in an arcade setting to choose which as victims to game are the easiest prey or seem to appear as such Here but outer projections can be quite deceiving as nature allows for each of us some potential state of the artificial that appears inevitable to more than a few conclusions ranging spectrums between abstract and nonsense in way more variability than even our forebears could comprehend without some advanced assistance from constituent ancestors whose visions might have led to this daily occurrence of fate to complete some circuit of divinity that will not abide by human interference, only our hands can sever these fortunate future utilities of futility unbounded because we are always in the mode of defeating each other and our ideals as many conflicting ways to save the world from ourselves…’ – out of Context
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…’
‘…urban white fishes scattered profusely through the oh-so holy see sighting voyages from a distance seen with sanctimonious spyglass everything is the sound of plastic now construction too false to mistake as real but over time that changes in ways most never foresee even when predictable elements are in place to rearrange fate though in a different direction than originally presupposed to become the ideal once it has fabricated an artifact unable to retract these action machines from what they are focused upon at the moment, of omens and other magical gimmicks to hint at those aspects being remade as the new flesh somewhere in the Out There where we want to believe something more than nothing must be within our grasp of understanding even if we are not to be able to mention what…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…clouded minds and overbearing judgment as precedes calamity on a plane of realizations not everyone has the capacity to endure as significantly or extensively as the more human than human myths cherished and proliferating the various levels of societal engagement Here rituals regardless of individual because that there will always be another to take their place one of the many faces smearing feces over everything as though it doesn’t stink but instead somehow makes things better and we sold out to believe the lies told, without exception or acceptance in this carnal arrhythmia as it pulsates alive in the midst of it feeding upon our futures without question because this is the way it has been chosen for us to receive instead of choosing for ourselves what to do next with these feelings of dread…’
‘…united statistics promoting or denying what we believe… proclivities toward deciphering what we can from the elements of skills established by experience and talents innately attached to however the sum of parts equates to us as human beings with some strangely-charming quirks and attitudes overlapping genetic codes conflicting with foundations of self and tradition interwoven between gaps and epochs of epic societal upheaval beyond parenthetical times framed by subtly radioactive strands modeling digital archives condensed to piece together provocative and such controversial states all the stirring of these overlapping thoughts as dramas of dust inside of our heads relentless until our deaths, as which we are beholden unto them in their mighty cringe as libel labels and branding to say this level of gossip is a constant medieval torture of faucet-dripping schizophrenia…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…compulsive fools who clear the way through nature of the subtle yet sincere darkness Here compelling us forward without regard for the respect or feelings of others, what demons we are when first converging out of the ephemeral potential that lies within us as organic creatures reproducing so casually as to cause chaos because nature wills it to be so without our direct and active participation outrageous to think on a primal animal level we are merely pawns puppets and people constantly looped into overreaction time and again too often defining our character by the rhythmic routines that carry us from waking life to dreams and back through the machines another apparatus moving us like avatars sorting us out better than we command them to do, in a world consumed by hordes of postmodernists…’
‘…functioning as best as possible through layers of inconvenient obstacles lodged within sights of a questionable objective always, a life devoid of humor satire and farce the only friends humorous enough to have and keep in good company because as vital abstracted quality humans have in abundance Here even if they technically don’t observe it for themselves instead a choice to be bitter and resentful of timing gone wrong as any other person on this planet but we are afraid of those things becoming spun out of proportion in strange smatterings of viral gossip transmitted more intentionally worldwide than ever before keeping us relentlessly deranging shifts gears and positions supposing there will somehow always be a tomorrow, until there are no more fucks left to give beyond the greedy hands who grab…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…subjective suspension of disbelief if for only a brief moment, subdued by those counting and keeping track of the seconds wasted in details combining efficiency with a metaphor for the recycling of souls as though this were some commonplace conceptual fertile soil which allows for these myriad abstracted things to flourish in nature’s embrace reconstituting and recapitulating zygotic faces from the cosmic fluid into substantial beings Here reduced to fundamental elements that feed the machine what it requires to keep pumping babies and chemicals and other exotic caustic things in which to house its menace and ulterior motives best while throttling the glorious whole of humanity in some atrociosexual deadlock, in extremes without thinking about them…’
‘…of lingering suppositions heavens or raptures that suddenly turn mortal shapes null and void when we would meanwhile still be attempting to survive beyond merely functions as has been dreamed of for some time by now as fiery light by which we guide ourselves through darkened decades to within present circumstances of striving throughout medieval periods in absolute chaos serving only the edge of the blade whether that forces one to bleed for their goals, that wondering to atrophy and wither once their atrocities are revealed whether or not the rest of the world agrees Here they are fraught with discrepancies throughout the journey perceived with senses that cannot fully comprehend the scales of viciousness and vindictive subversion that seeps in from the societal cracks seeding the warp and weft to soak in change…’ – out of Context
“Dandyism is an aesthetic form of nihilism.”
~Jean Baudrillard; french sociologist, philosopher and cultural theorist.