out of Context;
‘that vicious, selfish chromosome that swims through the DNA/ RNA strands like a shark hunting down the necessary traits that make one awake, and able to pull the strings that create this living vessel as extension to control strand of fate lying in the idle hands of human weight… tied together indiscriminate of the ways in which we can manifest, but aware of the process by which we all endure in order to be Here today without the push of trivial foreplay into the sexual revolution of reality, the surge of linear time works on a massive delay before any part of the whole can begin to comprehend anything the “right” way in a more developed light…’
out of Context;
‘the fear of mistake is what makes us repeat things that defeat ourselves even as a population like this allows for mistakes to happen naturally because of an idea such as total certainty as so certainly absurd… the false face first through the open window of opportunity for the time being as though there were always a guarantee of substance to be delivered on the other side of that thing crawling through the desert of the real built by the hands long deceased but committed to the labor, a spiritual foundation as represented by the symbolism of the buildings and archived philanthropy in the semi-religious writ of all previous generations who figure they are somehow linked with the greater understanding of everything…’
out of Context;
‘concrete straight jacket restrictions implying that only a specific number of lives may ever be saved as from presupposed apocalypse death of the earth and everything on it is still as yet completely absurd and without end it seems… the slow stoned mind comes to perceive these things in ways that are distracting from the normal scope of the accepted average that finds a mantelpiece glory at the drop of a hat in the entertainment ecology blinding its denizens with such dark lights as revealed bouncing from such abyssal features reaching to cannibalize the meat of the issues surrounding our thoughts, we make ourselves empty by giving these thoughts over to the deity figured as it eats away into our field of dreams…’
out of Context;
‘behind a mask of observation decked out in their finest threads that make no real sense except in the most archaic ways that distract away from the actuality that manifests as unmistaken reality present in every single being in the out there that ever was including myself, but i digress as we are never so limited to the roles that are inflicted upon us in annoying judgments and ignorant calls for explanation when the act is art defining itself, the parameters of the human mind are far too deep to be a simple exploration for anyone else to just automatically “get” as though understanding were simple to obtain as utilitarian tool for the mind…’
out of Context;
‘all the fashionable drugs and boutique excesses are in there for one to get rehabilitated away from in the assembly line functionality of our conversations and willingness to let all the information go through the cliche that we consider personal to put it mildly… as we equip our next generations to be prepared with the blankest of dedication that has b(r)ought all this “happiness” so far, right, or am i even lying to myself by now?… grinding the self smaller and smaller until not even the odd fingernail remains to be forgotten about by the cruelly systematic destruction that the oblivious few dare the masses to move away the old wheels pulling and wrench the steering out of control…’
out of Context;
‘revolutionaries were kicked out for their romantic ideals of leadership and it became a job for someone like us… someone easily distracted by promises of higher power and better money as the system is now built to reward these attitudes most of all these days as oil and labor are in dire circumstances while moods run the gamut back and forth reflecting the indecisive nature innate within the qualities of the ‘human being’ who merely seems to take what is handed to them and will expect that from now on, there are devices used against us which only serve the purposes of those who know nothing but that most miserable urge awaiting in eager expectation of the proper respect the most truly deserving never get served…’
out of Context;
‘the only way to free oneself from this bizarre disbelief that is in an interdependent relationship with the manifest humanity has been to allow “space” for mind and body and soul to be suspended separately while still within the solid confines of the spatial body, and this usually is only to be enacted as a form of life-changing passage rite to adulthood in most cultures whose previous stance on the thing called ‘humanity’ as opposed to this supposed civilized nationality which has rejected ‘ancient knowledge’ steadily in the last two thousand years or so since… the debacle involving remnants of both bestial and social humanity as ritual myths began to change again since their primitive resemblance to interpreting the mutation of humanity from the base animal roots to the present aspect acting as social cog…’
out of Context;
‘way past truly skeptical truths that smother their worth… the game is restriction of senses and information that would allow a realized momentum of escape from this corrupted civilized structure that must include possession of a strong sense of self for too many of us, the passive doormat collection that serves as an international justice league just recently starts to bottom out from the silent economic terror that has been perpetrated by this deranged factionalization of society’s muscle without certain constraint that requires some form of necessary understanding before making actions in the steady slithering stream that flows from the constraints of the smaller pond or pool of “water” in its horizontal journey to the larger body…’
out of Context;
‘the animal urge produces no synergistic commodity, but instead an art of shuffling all of these objectified lives around us and even our own sometimes, sucked into the maelstrom at levels that reach beyond the soul and even this conscious awareness of our eventual oblivion… it tricks us and learns ways to get into our heads disguised as divine madness, but perhaps this is the repercussion of cultural changes as depicted by the artists and scribes divine in some way that eludes the direct mention under fearful oppressions that whine like a siren, that of the oppositional tool in the midst of a proactive awareness that sees only this excruciating cynical witty anomaly of human heredity and instinct… this animal trophy for a base opinion be quelled and dispelled of its fury in matchstick blaze…’
out of Context;
‘this open err in reason… accepting the steamed-clean blade of the scalpel in one hand to suddenly slash the eye being held open by the other hand, this is the art we want to see with death as an obvious risk per say, but is this the truth stored behind these ideas we are in the middle of perceiving so frequently whether through televised observation or complex calamity of real life playing out all on its own?… the weather is over casting a spell over my eyes as the space betwixt the air gets less hot within the depths of this pit of hell where humidity hits the soul with deeper penetration than some obscure encounter in the sweaty darkened streets any day of the week, but where humans move with lumbering lizard grace with every step…’