out of Context – ‘…as obtrusion in waiting for the right time to become unstoppable convincing others of this creeping finality making all of us paranoid of consequence to some extent causing the caustic karma police imprinted to act calling out injustice if even for selfish reasons more often than not, utilized wedging or fulcrum leverage pointing out weakness through contradiction where one sees it obscuring the corrective process with bullshit and excuses is never advised because even those simple strokes of luck which manage to prevent violent social disaster before it strikes out somewhere in the night camouflaged while casually stalking out prey worthy of inclusion into manipulations of grandeur fetching for another as runner to glean the gross gods out of these damned impulses shedding human clarity in layers of flesh congealed from blood fat and bone…’
‘…nothing makes any sense except feeling substantial malign sources are out to throttle you with vengeance unattached from relatable perceptions interpreting many things differently unleashed upon anyone whose rules and personal boundaries disagree by avenging as right to bully whatever everyone may have in common never acknowledging these facts and raising tensions though one never knows until one decides to test those boundaries and barriers by not admitting to having them until now, all having our flaws in relating to ourselves and others through ways in separately derived incidents though requiring consent to reform or repent our emotions becoming reactionary involved in apologies banal platitudes or proving that oneself is right in those narcissistic acts of superiority used counteracting valid arguments of another in an empty pursuit of personal validation…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…fangs sunk knee deep into whatever this desert of the real for creatures of the wheel happens to actually be as we begin this life to some as pets attempting to learn more than they should after certain ages are reached living aspects keeping us from knowledge and experience is something asserted to try and define discipline of self somewhat better than when last we caught up with our miscible collections of personal heroes, or villains whichever the case may be whom are ready to act as archetypes initiating one into the practice of mystic rites to mythic deities searching for personal forms of divinity Here upon the heathen earth constantly recycling soil dirty with our worth grown from being torn from either natural plant or animal parameters to become and evolve as conscious creatures…’
out of Context – ‘…corrupting our youth when we were them accepting that gift jumped in by familial plugs doing favors for another customer in order to be favored by the company when the need arises shifting sides of the spectrum optimally deluded by systems within the machine having staked claim in prolonging our existence Here as much anywhere else with our track record archived and memorialized for each individual happening to get past this threshold, once seeing night skies turn into early rays of dawn it might be easy to have interpreted planets as people who cannot be loosed are tethered whole severed from clothes slightly covering our humility rampantly indisposed to our toxic humanity consistently guided by influences from outside as much within flagellating those deeper ideas of control stress and the pressures to perform as expected…’
‘…of what cellular genetics they have been reduced to that can as randomly get passed along dependent upon mutual receptivity from organically complex beings stuck inside machines… an arcane arcade of evolution in progress beyond this visual curtain spread wide open as knowledge taking one so far as confusion does leaping in loops and forward delays weaving words around to the satisfaction of none though plenty of redeemable rewards when the time comes for legacy moves in darkened rooms facilitating others into going on doing wherever the trails of happiness lead Here in amazing patterns that gradually extend free from being constrained by natural convolutions revolting outward when their time comes to plateau feeling only slightly vindicated among remains so pulverized as to be unrecognizable statistical detritusphere, conscious context crawling from wreckage…’ – out of Context
‘…glimpse in vain into the future to set precedent which cannot be prearranged in this state of temporary flux in the metaphorical furnace Here trapped with the other souls fighting to escape the pressure… can you feel its presence as it creeps ever so subtly away from the brain and into the limbs usually forsaken to cursory glances when wounded that self-soothing behavior one tries to fix themselves with because it may be too vague to grasp right away feeling more like series of difficult tasks to perceive these ideas as self-affirming patterns in itself the living gaze society imposes through humans that we think can cause reality to react violently as if nature were buckling itself from those tensions arisen with ultimately destructive aspects fostered over centuries where one neither cares nor approves…’ – out of Context
‘…tension upon people to maintain fitness as regards being in poor health combined with bad hygiene rituals overwhelmed by guilty feelings we cannot escape because they are planted firmly in our minds and self esteem, so we look to poop for physical guidance once aware in this affair so not your average gherkin importer if not your first ride in a down rodeo laughing and crying inherently symptomatic of mental defects caused by the environment Here as the poisons digest through stillborn fertilizers instead harvested to feed the organic matrix at our feet undefeated by nature we succeed in filtering the cesspool of genetic anomalies if it fits into our hopes and prayers preying upon the hopeless and unaware planting bodies in the ground transferring energy as easily when people are pushed to talk shit…’ – out of Context
‘…glory provocative selfishness as the sinister elements seeming noble get more vocal in their old world rhetoric of distress and fear and dread falling from the skies under guise of good things watch out even when their methods as well have offensive prolapsing detriments gaping out onto our laps while being told everything is swell instead of obviously the swill welling up and ejected regurgitations, reeling back from where excrement and vomit come descending upon our presupposed demigodlike status made ready state of shame and guilt weaponized incompetence present tense applied by bad guys looking good and paying whatever lip service they have to in order to infiltrate whatever enemy lines they view Here as grass being greener than advertised as we inundate ourselves into unyielding sensationalized mass amounts of desensitization plaguing our consciousness…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…shoddy face-saving ego propped against everyone becomes unproductive excesses perceived as manipulations get more extensive entrapping the guest in this particular system of revenge set up in our social structure by default when so many psychopaths rule the world it takes willpower not to explode though fine lines are crossed in trying as difficult chore to have any voice loud enough to change your world for the better requiring a Greek chorus to emote personal feelings in ways without offending, imitation of nihilistic nonce attitudes surrendering to small-mindedness when our sheltered brains realize courtesy as it seems every person is automatically entitled Here as autonomic response from the body politic interpreting our commitment to brand loyalty even if it means the death of us demanding through certain impasses without escape existential contemporaries…’
‘…once the parts resume the whole purposefully fulfilling physical orientation within an indirect world inundated with multiple forward motions spilling out into these streets, seemingly at random though only from the outside curious tourists attempting to understand what defies logic Here superseded by impulse in a sense meant to break through monotonous routine and behavior shattering with precision the calcified portions preventing expression or inspirations keeping the minds from being open moved in this particular journey by the Muse whose passions are the fuse in confusion igniting as much uniting the untied ends loosed by passing forces unaware of their effects upon others even from at a distance we hear and are become echoes reflecting and reflected by culture as it tries continuing, the perfected narrative initiating prospective devotees to the epic saga…’ – out of Context