out ov Context – ‘…charisma to neglect those caught in happenstance allure to the beasts we become surrounding ourselves comfortably in the forms of items or people or both as many more options to congest our thoughts trafficking information with selfless selfish malign automata channeling whatever profit capable from strangely cursed and curious captives caged and jaded by experiences involving rejections and life-changing complexity by kink-shaming personal pursuits, our civil disobedience constantly reduced to searching for something beyond ourselves spinning our heads so that nothing seems very simple ever again usually with little actual time to be able to process anything witnessed to understand how precarious positions and situations overlap and collapse under the weight of intense obligation and scrutiny pressuring multiple societal systems to remain frozen…’
out ov Context – ‘…plagued by hatred growing bloated in watery ways only described after corpses float up to the surface for forensic discrepancy scrutinized by scientists and detectives alike as our composure wicked from deterioration that has certainly grown stronger the more death replaces all life, throughout it thoroughly dead inside and trying to hide the wasting wasted time that existential dread used in filling the gaps grotesque by mating hideous things together woefully pungent wafting odors through decadent moments fleeting character casting shadows every step forward into where darkness searches for guiding lights of the soul though stuck wandering restless living ghosts craving life most too lazy and constrained by maybes to execute the wrong programming for civilized society to handle properly causing mayhem both locally and on broader scope and scale…’
‘…permission to acknowledge these aspects of alternate humanity fleeting sands in hourglass figures reducing our lives to time frames that never fully fit the pictures displayed while searching to confirm or deny reasons to push forward through distress toward goals perhaps nonsensical, at least from when an outside observer looking in witnesses nothing special Here just shadows and confetti left in the aftermath of parties celebrating the ends of apocalyptic edging enthralling civilizations fetishizing warm sensations at the same time sensationalizing affluent opinions that crop up as though were lawful behavior working within democratic constraint possibly collective shadow work to stave off nuclear winter or summer or whenever the occasion calls its fury forth to annihilate unsatisfactory humanity in its choice more often to offer obliteration…’ – out ov Context
out ov Context – ‘…directly into that ignorant grave fleeting times retract and our attention gets drawn into circumspect thoughts speculating about myth and motive building to such suppurating disaster, there is no recovery Here inevitability of flesh to disintegrate and mutate at inconvenient periods of time as we strive through different episodes of our lives only for mortality to finally say you have spent your precious perspective madness permeates doubtless now you are done limited by the actions we take prolonging occupation into pursuing careers becoming compensate equivalency residing on this heathen earth more ancient than us to justify while together we spend time and energy co-rectifying corrections matters of error made by whatever standards remain facile cryptids in skewed authority calling itself greater good though sustaining open wounds…’
‘…remain unknown as linked series of chemical reactions within force of nature waiting to mature diligence escape planned not always executed of some kind when the occasion prepared for never comes up continuing to percolate under the surface for art of actual err staring into the future through generations of familial biology to reach personal conclusions about stability, frivolous and rash resistors are liars in wait when barely able to contain the reckless energy that crowds the insides searching for their own symptom or excuse to exploit Here through what may seem like random circumstance though in actuality is something far different than perceived consistently enough to be considered necessity by now while allowed wandering wondering aloud until some dead end is reached perhaps as principle of factor sparsity or law of the vital few…’ – out ov Context
‘…hippie ideals of scientific psychedelic search and rescue compromised and commodified as much codified into our culture mosquitos in amber negative thoughts that cast us all as villains to be cleansed of our sins, struck down by the weight of implied moral substance from the poisonous lips of proprietary blends commenced around daily habits what cannot be unseen even if what remains is fabricated to calibrate differently than what was before its arrival Here aliens taking shape as infants in terrible forms explicit demonological logistics never truly understanding where the next bestial imperialist will be born until it happens again stranger than fiction ye unjustified legacies kill imperiling all those coming forward ever after from this collective myth dreaming into reality at some point ominously close to futures framed time fading away…’ – out ov Context
out ov Context – ‘…their own trajectories projected through the cosmos questioning everything because there are tendencies to seismically shift from stability to psychosis trying to siphon without much sinister repercussion some decent future from this planet or that could summon what good and awful gods forbid to incarnate Here upon heathen earth once again katabasis cataract fashioning toward qualities of rampant condemnation fired in up and off god bullets as harm capsules, taken not shaken or stirred for granted suffering circuitry of tormented citizens evacuating hope for certainty even as we are told otherwise is the truest foundation to harmonious humanity though slowly compressed and compacted until concentrated it is become lucid like dreaming into being livid fluid amniotic consciousness whose final destination remains unknown when shamanic panic strikes…’
‘…lives in Here taking everything for granted while saying we take nothing of the benefits doubt caging contentment with various parameters society reinforces attention to detail scaling things larger and higher until the inevitable fall altered aspects in abject dropping into collapse because there is nowhere else to go without eyes hindsight in the backs of our heads may be able to correct petty mistakes if we acknowledge their presence an ability as often gifted us to learn from our old value, judgments lead the way forward inherent stupidity also known as the ‘was-dumb’ though in the weak vowel merger our mumble sleeves make when fabricated consent contains human sublimation subjected to generations of subjugation constrained into containers of flesh and blood Here left alone to fuck around and find out for ourselves…’ – out ov Context
out ov Context – ‘…leaping out of the baggage obsessed over semantic civilizations more than romantic ticking time bomb tableau of truth trees growing from logical ashes and rust dressed in dangerous fetters and fetishes dancing around the fires left burning once inspiration was finally ignited further rendering the fat of the land nullified by will of men Here dealing with emotional logic can be far more difficult complex and nuanced than systems of certainty whose spirit remains broken by debt requiring community and humanity rather than those maxims of conquerors having long left this heathen earth to ones with herd mentality, product commodification found fascinating enough to dismiss any interpersonal programming one has undertaken to be better than previous incarnations lacerated by years of tumult as much success that each carve out their pound of flesh…’
out of Context – ‘…granted much with words so ancient yet so new curing views while curating them configuring terms that apply are tasked so serious as to be off-putting seemingly untouchable from the distance of our screens muted mutant clairvoyance distracted by glowing radiance carrying our stories to us in this modern enchantment feeling it forsake us by pertinent betrayal of trust from sources we thought of as incorruptible though proof has shown over time this changes so dramatically rather drastically, shambles moving through rooms leaving trails of dust not every place as up to date as we want it to be though wishing cannot save us from anxious skepticism almost palpable inasmuch our hearts try beating out of our chests parting seas with fortunes crippling fear of not being good enough taken to another level stuck inside…’