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…paraFrenetic frequency…

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…’




…more Idiot than savant…

‘…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




…Metaphortician…

‘…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




…signs of the Cruciflux…

‘…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




…gleaming the Pube…

out of Context – ‘…emotional insecurity leading from fun to fighting in one fell swoop turned whoop whoop bottles broken, as classic gauntlet of the barroom brawl that spills out onto the streets but imagined as a city-wide riot where the pugilists are drunken and laughing messes massive writhing timing this conflict to finished when the animals are ready to run away trying to fix their reputation among the other thugs cursing and insulting the ones too weak to keep up with the real monsters taking lives as well as wallets growing up reckless and willing to stand up regardless of whether it happens to be right and wanting no other individual to take advantage of their position in authority, after all the beatings and undetermined privilege finally recognized the kid gets it running with a pack of wolves…’




…maniCurate…

‘…unpleasant truths that squeeze and ooze from our pores poor you set in your ways leading to fatigue and horrible hygiene one step closer beyond to something other than this accepted exception to the rules only where applies best with salve or cream overnight a sleeping remedy because awake life is too much to handle simply or easily thanks to the complicated stakes omnipresent in suspension of disbelief to search out adventure as the next martyrs to be assaulted by a cruel real world, where the smallest parts one does participate within creates ripples dependent upon spreading ideas within context easy to understand being too shrewd through vague communication getting others freely telling their viewpoint to one within patience and silent contemplation feeling sorry for your story line in this brief chapter of life…’ – out of Context




…reTahr’d-ay-shun, eschewed complication…

‘…biblical verses as this obverse observed in skewed and chewed up essay format perhaps more in the questionable style as sort of slab poetry written as though scrawl sprawling upon this supreme of screened in window to connected tissue issuing forth battles and cries because anger turns to sadness turns to madness so often as catalyst converting emotional baggage to avoid hemorrhage the brain dead from stresses unhealthily unhelpful no matter how stridently nice seeming we cannot be solely floating dreaming beings, embryonic brine seeking caricatures of creatures thirsty for accusation to become the worst version of oneself layered and recursive as curses become blessings as they converted over generations Here curing us as though that isn’t complicated enough travels finding the morale pursuing putrid virtues whose skin falls off in rotten chunks thoroughly vice…’ – out of Context




…dreamcatcher in the Rye…

out of Context – ‘…superficial assumptions evoking troubling sleep patterns when the stress pours over moments for relaxing and resting in peace with that nagging fear and dread having morbidly ceased their quest of infiltration that finds us scared to metaphorical death dealing with the feelings of an emotional journey ahead, instead of waiting for a casual consumption of guilt and shame and isolation pushing my defenses empty that one cannot commit to steps that would balance out this picture diminished enough that self-esteem feels lacking to extents of damage mining the memories for reasons to hate and worry and consume what one should profess confess or express to fullest equivalent that leads one to the best of all scenarios for them that can execute gathering momentum conceding wisdom where steps were dumb prior numb to the conditional stupiditah…’




…feArtifice…

‘…affects rendering our influence null and void screaming in profanity at this tiny window from which we see the universe so myopically tainted by the variable perceptions lodging themselves Here in attempting to deduce discovering ways out, just as to why our always-searching-for-civilized variant of the species exists in the first place remaining enshrouded mysteriously as shards from an outer power released aeons ago mutates and re-calibrates shapes and states of being facets of a greater emanation whose awareness of itself filters through us each in our own series of personal timing layered with further collusion of variables making up that distinctive pattern toward individuals fetishizing each detail we may surmise of our character petarded Here unique by our naive phases of ignorant behavior managed as strings and threads of intent culminating in theories…’ – out of Context




…Fluct…

out of Context – ‘…redundant pressures that repeat surging circuits into place promoting a taste of unmanageable mess that living has become now locked in step still hashing out harsh raw edges of the machinery thus built tough enough to survive to the last one of us cannot remain within an organic suit of fragile armor that heals and adapts trying to prevent diminishing returns as cycles start renewing themselves to flex natural will as the world heartbeat palpitates and resurrects another series of seasoning rich within our own fluctuating historical notes narrowing down definitions to their fundamental parts structured, demanding punctures through collected integrity varied between stated beginnings toward inevitable conclusion though sorted in a variety of ways fashioned Here out of pieces placed together wedged creating some drastic connections when chaos ashes and subtle hints…’