out of Context;
‘we let our taxes in-debt us to raping used against our tolerance and patience… so some of us settle for a piece of what is left as resources are soured in their overt mistreatment poured into distilled vats from the land as machines utilize clockwork magic to endure heavy missions to destroy value, in over-farming the rights of anything native, and to shun the past that has only ever in creation tried to show who we are and what support we can offer nature in return for these sacred moments taking us further into ourselves by trial and error savage soothed…’
out of Context;
‘whacked-out fiends, proliferating this ablyss without enough sense to rub together to create solid thoughts or valid schemes that might in this lifetime resemble dreams to look forward to without intruding onto others’ feet to do so, but even if this isn’t a trick used to catch us gasping as we grasp for some reason and logic like air in a breath caught reeling in our fears all in one second of reflection as though it were all destined for us to suffer through hell in each other… consequence in the nothing…’
out of Context;
‘to look forward to in this present existence with many a vague mystery in mind to evoke a new future where no more do we need to insult each other, where the awkward sting of a verbal missile fired off from the mouth of idiots leaves no other scar than a busted gut from laughter instead a slaughtering salvo to which clears the room of positive spirits, but we are always developing our personal skills as people interacting with people in the social circuit running deeply which is why it is ludicrous to think that these negative projections can go on much longer without awareness of their devastating impact…’
out of Context;
‘all our reasons to stay sane and prim and proper to our disdain plainer than the grimace used to replace a genuine smile the mask of the opportunist to get in close as can be to whisper in ears foreshadowing thoughts of infamy… no politically corrected version of the truth can be abused so perversely by the loose mad fiends whose choice is made discouraging the youth from seeing a future any better…’
out of Context;
‘sorting through these trivial evils all the way to the bank to build our financial immune systems with the hard-earned debt of others as we writhe and risk sacrificing ourselves to this irresponsibility that has made our living an archetype of nightmare, and a calcification of the negative traits that make us hate our cells and the others flawed in their perceptions dancing like idiots on the fringe of acceptable behavior as there is no training manual used to expand the horizons of the young person trying their best not to be subsumed by the everything Here that is… the documented growth through linear ages…’
out of Context;
‘there are rules that apply Here excluding the emotional subtext of the plot leading this social placement for the human animal to rot from neglect or used to dissect the mind of those less fortunate encaged without respect… it has become difficult to merely sit on the passive sidelines like it always was when it is your vote can count against anyone’s arguments for another reinforcement of this standardization…’
out of Context;
‘a number of vicious consequences that desire enough blood and greed and hatred allowing the consumption to create a beast attempting to disguise itself with the leaves in the trees hanging out around among the inflated ideals upheld as true even when these hollow veneers are so cracked and torn… the rebellious revolutions revolving involved individuals moving parts behind all those scenes we think we can see from the outside as was meant to be seen by those further removed from ourselves as our mentality becomes the remote alien viewing even though we inhabit these bodies as they appear lost in extremity perhaps too often…’
out of Context;
‘only fooling themselves into thinking these things certain, and yet these cracks are now showing themselves as contradictions of theory put into practice as more methods added to the madness swirling confusion into a deeper embedded tragic sum of parts but gracelessly shuffling with a tag of sadness at our heels… screaming bloody murder silently as the matter dulls the sounds of that haunted taunting from within mingling with a few ghosts of your own friends as aspects to your dream that never end even if you do, there are more than horrible things that the imagination can summon to frighten a specter out of you so that you run babbling trying to convince everyone of the end about to come as a dirge waiting to be sung in low mournful tones for regret of not knowing…’
out of Context;
‘unknown to the witness… the cattle rattle death and breathe their last for the impudent sacrifice to avarice and risk to alter fate with their lives in as tormented a wait for the chopping block as the weight of a grisly ritual takes place, but how far is it that we are removed from this slaughter as caustic disco in which we have caught ourselves in a danse macabre much too late after throwing up our hands awaiting for some thrill ride to take place, the thrill of a moving from one reality into another on a path which none may ever follow into the abyss as recycling of souls…’
out of Context;
‘generations moved forward whether truly ready or not… unwittingly aiding whole corruption of vital components with an aching appraisal for the systems as surging and surrounding all of us all the time all within a culture of building digital testaments, trying to supplement some of the negative and devastating aura of a dying blind eye with some ravenous renewed hunger for a youth and sacrificial pulling the willing into the damnation game perceived to be real only as for themselves the price paid for the condemnable actions committed…’