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…spatter day sAints…

out of Context – ‘…interpreting the pathways to their prey through business as usual Here psychopaths sainted and satisfied with themselves acting similar enough to carnivore fish meriting the statement high praise in fact because of how we all wish to be bad asses while refusing to admit that anger unbridled can become a deadly though unwieldy weapon words with lethal accuracy upon emotions no matter how clustered and insensitive the assault mocking the response one receives because only violence knows violence to the blunt force trauma extent leaving bad impressions purposefully damaging thoughts thrust on someone else, the object of affection subdued and affected by the hate speak speaking our language clashing with crazed hackles rising when someone unsympathetic gets it wrong interpreting things hollow and caustic rapid rippling efforts made impotent and reversed in meaning…’




…lost At scene…

out of Context – ‘…executing frenzied still tortuous extractions activated though we can never unsee threats compelled by the sights witnessed to endure haphazardly innocent as ignorant to these things that surround us enmeshing our energies and presence with static analysis of details cataloging and containing the catalytic controversies, Here causing such moments of agony in contrast as ecstasy reduced to contentment in such a critical age that excellence cannot be registered as it once was so effectively with mere technically descriptive accounts in writing laying claim to our thoughts digesting the thinking works of others prior to our compartmental genetic process imparting to parents the gift of children in order to keep the seeds flourishing upon such heathen earth local gods shall reign supreme again in that overwhelming fear made literal…’




…tones lacking of pygmAlien timbre…

‘…false heroism used to justify ignorance that can turn deadly incompetent as motions reinforce the caliber of devotion and loyalty tempered to serve under disgusting dictatorial movements subjugated as all of our ancestors collected together in grandiose shame thrown to feed the fires to be as erased as can be from this mortal world of rotten material before then getting exiled from common thought… anathematized by official decree of demon liege interpreting through papal bullshit saying whatever all-seeing sky father believed there is unhappy and nasty requiring virgins blood and torment are to be donated to whatever cause in its name attempting to assert authority that is not rightfully theirs to make certain of the execution in all sacramental sentiment absorbed by one god forcing its loyal subjects to be instruments affected by its whim…’ – out of Context




…ideopolis of Atrophiles…

‘…parts of us crawling out for answers terminal vileness sprawling through our guts at this juncture of time and space no work to disgrace the previous steps taken moved forward appreciating the value of principles that come with this continuum churning loose constant revisions and changes putting us as a whole in a precarious position Here, leashing derision to something other than oblivion and its darkest tendrils arising from human attempts to outdo the last horrible atrocity that anyone can remember as these terrible things and issues get pivoted upon an axis of evil through human intervention done the wrong way around circulating madness and raw tensions swirling into the air infesting tainted emotions with profusely losing command over oneself while trying to remedy uncertainty in all manners of compromising situations complex and overwhelming messages…’ – out of Context




…ants have no Answers here…

out of Context – ‘…our fragile character to be replaced with something more suitable to the environment to which we are expected through blood diamond magics extracting value draining matters of fact from the relay of humanity trapped moving back and forth slowly slain by the vicious repetition that kills us vitally hungry on our vitality to exist ourselves trying to make an easy target by dissecting the meal into parts or pieces taking place as though on a stage because they can act as if nothing is happening as ego gremlins devious and wicked devising, the devices of those exposed final destination slayers who choose to digest us first as nature would and does in final say eventually cutting off what will feed the creatures in the noise some that annoy the civilized impersonators claiming fealty upon realty…’




…wAnchors away…

out of Context – ‘…who know what they are looking for considering the sources of this animal flesh that bears witness and attacks tries to adapt boundaries without leaping before thinking through completely wired differently scattering of lives living through this manure heap that values only higher and larger amounts of force each finding their own ways to the top fighting against the funk transfer of the zombie eaters relying upon the wells of knowledge planted to grow deeply ingrained impressive seeds laying groundwork, assumptions climbing the most fruitful trees disarming us with dysthanasia or a bad death when haste falling from grace exploiting the ignorant though savage dance through damage introducing lessons back into the mixture hot mozel tov cocktail left shattering displaced glass and shards of fire in the paths of others walking over burning coals…’




…feArtifice…

‘…affects rendering our influence null and void screaming in profanity at this tiny window from which we see the universe so myopically tainted by the variable perceptions lodging themselves Here in attempting to deduce discovering ways out, just as to why our always-searching-for-civilized variant of the species exists in the first place remaining enshrouded mysteriously as shards from an outer power released aeons ago mutates and re-calibrates shapes and states of being facets of a greater emanation whose awareness of itself filters through us each in our own series of personal timing layered with further collusion of variables making up that distinctive pattern toward individuals fetishizing each detail we may surmise of our character petarded Here unique by our naive phases of ignorant behavior managed as strings and threads of intent culminating in theories…’ – out of Context




…thAngstless…

‘…awareness tricked into thankless tasks that are not a remedy but a trophy of bad growth seen day by day wandering by a faraway look in the little eye contact made seemingly distant actions crippled by tame compulsion compared to lame dysfunction turned resentful and apprehensive riddled by doubts near constant stresses trying to impress upon any common philosophy student how language languished that it engages youths told to look away from proof… changing the labels does not deter from knowing that the most dangerous monsters are really people thought trustworthy enough but as we have learned becomes lamented twisting misstep still walking forward through whatever needling nerves sharp agony attacks again stabbing the brain senseless into not thinking only acting as puppet dancing dangling hoping for relief from dark emotions traumatically triggering turmoil…’ – out of Context




…matte Adore…

out of Context – ‘…enough to see money murder everybody except those with enough of a something to receive the honor of a forewarning or fair treatment after being flung into the pit obsessed with the horrid details as they encapsulate the universal terror into randomized sound bits whose echoes constantly bounce off the walls to conflict and contradict one another against each other further making this chaos recycling constants perceived to generate sequences without immediate remedy too frequently that it leaves its own scars floating in the Out There as unseen whip of ether snapping inside of our minds… triggering hideous effects on the general populace handicapping our urge for flinging affairs of a serene nature that we idealized so much because it is a territory outside the human heart where external forces push and tug us around…’




…art is Anal…

out of Context – ‘…wedged up my ass attached to my soul harassing input out of me in the applications hardwired to assault the senses whether there is compliance of captive attention doing the most we can until we are left out fatally in the fetal position vulnerable to further degradation feeding us forcefully a diet of worms and services by others whom know not with what we have to do to survive because a template of wellness is fitted over twisted perceptions prescribed, as though able to shrug off the labels of shallow degenerate or idiot so easily when no one seems to give a damn about anything that doesn’t make them wealthy or respected establishing clout among those that cannot sympathize with such a climb upon the hierarchy of life as fabricated…’