‘…stage reached by all as dancers is called mainstream once everyone is squared up and ready to jive this social macabre frenzy loose grabbing partners the wrong way around aching to dance like the rest of those lunatic squares dancing in exotic locales romanticizing the past in its livid archaic bliss of ignorance promoting elder culture ideas when the mystery shrouds all our years of youth to one day be adopted by the hedge maze grave amnesia wandering unleashed and drifting as ghostly remnant amidst the renaissance of resistance or renaissistance that we are currently electrified to live, decadent through deprivation within broad auspices of modernity and their nemeses acting as competitive enemies by written words alone shaping our needs for us extensively offensive message Here the echoes from a distant past resisting personal freedom…’ – out of Context
‘…multiple descriptions to allow for there to be patterns capable of adapting to unstable fragments of polarized humanity without having to strike out as though enemies are everywhere you look but this isn’t true, it becomes that strange something else just barely out of range of describable essence babbling on out of turn and timing with the rest of us trying our best to be synchronous to confess ourselves honestly as we spin spin spiraling down and out minus the manifestations we wish to witness until we finalize the way back home to our source particular to who we believe we are in Here injured and injuring others at constant rates razing hell while still able to move in some essence asking for the shit to come down soaking my wounds in lemon juice…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…hierarchy’s cellular data plan formulated over the aeons we have been alive in these skins built by our ancestors for real world explorations while inside this bewilderness transforming, itself incapable of standing still or that would be death in those fleeting instants before spatial realization of trapped screaming as though there were help to summon forth from the darkness and cold creeping in icy hot fluctuations throughout the slipping into something truly unknown because fear is a powerful dosing agent whose urgency is much like that of the uncontrolled relief in sudden release getting considerably full bladder squeezed against itself enough when the riot of thoughts carrying nervous instincts perpetually soaking the brain brine afraid to fight or flee these bodies constraining us by environment pretentious suspects enter the room, beginning as human animals…’
out of Context – ‘…in this life fixated on pursuing stability to survive before happiness even enters pleas affording us opportunities to trade personal sacrifice for success, though what wealth does this formula allow but that which is still held by supervisory authority artificially managing numbers behind the screen intellect at interface stations Here glimpsing brightness before skittering away into routine once again foreshadowed by creature comforts and adapting individual habits around access to savage instruments challenging what resting laurels then populates with that succotash suffering rehashed against better judgments crutches if you can find them abuse then binds them leaning on someone else to support oneself through the damaged goods and services acquired inconvenience baggage undesirable by average taste the critical extensions hasting sudden onset of repulsion…’
‘…up close humor is required as another tool to escape harsher experiences ahead always accessing the deeper realms of our fears extending further out as body horror enshrouded in this curious creature we are circumventing situations of life, or death because risking anything one has worked hard for is no mere sacrifice giving gods rights to control the direction of your soul by appeasing them with valuable objects devoted to defilement in their names as bog bodies moved from their natural resting places to be further analyzed by the discriminating scientific eyes forensically dissecting to find information once thought blasphemy in olde tyme fascinations with dead things resurrected curse through the surgeon’s hands cruelty as affront to natural curiosity yet to be while superstition and misinformation are enough to sway attitudes that matter most now…’ – out of Context
‘…what works best not absolutely correctly but less jankily than meets any critical eye noted when discerning defiant fearsome access to excess information becomes heavily restricted by realm dynamics always shifting sifting through hourglass sands attempting to reverse the gravity of time in a sensual essence one cannot describe without failure coming alive scaling the walls of disbelief that contradict our steps in any direction chosen, excess authors of farcical edifice contradict and convince through conscription the others that exist in the Out There before and after the facts of us exceed that thing which contains us causing our rust and return to dust further feeding this machine larger than us consuming everything triggered by nature technically grotesque yet fascinating faces of death phasing in and out of our personal perception beyond any disguise…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…quietly enough for the world stage not to pay any attention because some visits occasionally atrocities happen to victims because the system yearns for a worthy sacrifice to reduce to screaming ash professing their loyalty to the state as fire contaminates us with their pain, bacchanalian subjectivity sensitive to the nuances that change us so easily compelling us to say or admit our actions are too intense for anyone to let reason or logic shine through even among the most stridently unscientific folk coming to vote for their televised political figures formulating dramatic aspects and persons of interest within a celebrity den of iniquity located in many cities worldwide and international incompetence weaponized by the best in their fields following orders to catch that rye in the eye if thy lords demand your sacrifice next…’
‘…feckless impediment sentimental often feeling like castaways on the ship still sinking not quite ready to voyage to the bottom while everyone celebrates one more creature to be held under pressures of the sea creeping forward along these time streams through windows open wide enough to trigger complicating in general the movements that happen to intersect causing efficiency to overlap with quality and quantity never antagonistic competition repeated in a state of who versus who conversing about scales of things that don’t make sense meanwhile the attitudes of resistance shocks dust off the rest those staying hidden in their grave, situations that don’t apply eternally while one remains alive and the possibilities opened as much as the mind to plausible probability guiding the hands of judgment somehow affording reward from the natural order appearing chaotic…’ – out of Context
‘…incapable of sight through this shape as beyond it through cognitive linguistics our chance of getting into heads as parts and pieces of this mechanical puzzle which our existence implies for us if interpreted differently, somehow approaching the subjects and objects as conjoined primary implements that defy easy reasoning from lazy minds sometimes hiding a lack of understanding because psychological infancy can last far into an absolute series in phases of adulthood as rites of passage formulating aspects that are difficult to assume without the experience to achieve differing points of view throughout these frames that take space while alive in this specific realm allowing for understanding at all when those can be opposed to thinking that lead us now hoping for better results from a collective push to reorganize ourselves motivated by decisive action…’ – out of Context
‘…instead of tools meant to reduce our larger than life views to match our technology motivating our meat machines to attempt their best at making things that can be changed for the better but greed and other likewise aspects drawn closely to our personal senses of self-righteous superiority and ego coercing others to conform in order to create that systemic green manure as an ideological manifestation of my reproductions caught unable to reduce the questionable urge to binge at some interval reasonably inconvenient to confine us in our own unstable composure as if witnessing something different, and complete for now confusion knows no bounds connecting various disparate elements fashioned into some kind of human machine Here this displayed feeling so territorial as though someone is pulling one over on your god no slight ever accepted…’ – out of Context