‘…urban white fishes scattered profusely through the oh-so holy see sighting voyages from a distance seen with sanctimonious spyglass everything is the sound of plastic now construction too false to mistake as real but over time that changes in ways most never foresee even when predictable elements are in place to rearrange fate though in a different direction than originally presupposed to become the ideal once it has fabricated an artifact unable to retract these action machines from what they are focused upon at the moment, of omens and other magical gimmicks to hint at those aspects being remade as the new flesh somewhere in the Out There where we want to believe something more than nothing must be within our grasp of understanding even if we are not to be able to mention what…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…clouded minds and overbearing judgment as precedes calamity on a plane of realizations not everyone has the capacity to endure as significantly or extensively as the more human than human myths cherished and proliferating the various levels of societal engagement Here rituals regardless of individual because that there will always be another to take their place one of the many faces smearing feces over everything as though it doesn’t stink but instead somehow makes things better and we sold out to believe the lies told, without exception or acceptance in this carnal arrhythmia as it pulsates alive in the midst of it feeding upon our futures without question because this is the way it has been chosen for us to receive instead of choosing for ourselves what to do next with these feelings of dread…’
‘…united statistics promoting or denying what we believe… proclivities toward deciphering what we can from the elements of skills established by experience and talents innately attached to however the sum of parts equates to us as human beings with some strangely-charming quirks and attitudes overlapping genetic codes conflicting with foundations of self and tradition interwoven between gaps and epochs of epic societal upheaval beyond parenthetical times framed by subtly radioactive strands modeling digital archives condensed to piece together provocative and such controversial states all the stirring of these overlapping thoughts as dramas of dust inside of our heads relentless until our deaths, as which we are beholden unto them in their mighty cringe as libel labels and branding to say this level of gossip is a constant medieval torture of faucet-dripping schizophrenia…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…compulsive fools who clear the way through nature of the subtle yet sincere darkness Here compelling us forward without regard for the respect or feelings of others, what demons we are when first converging out of the ephemeral potential that lies within us as organic creatures reproducing so casually as to cause chaos because nature wills it to be so without our direct and active participation outrageous to think on a primal animal level we are merely pawns puppets and people constantly looped into overreaction time and again too often defining our character by the rhythmic routines that carry us from waking life to dreams and back through the machines another apparatus moving us like avatars sorting us out better than we command them to do, in a world consumed by hordes of postmodernists…’
‘…functioning as best as possible through layers of inconvenient obstacles lodged within sights of a questionable objective always, a life devoid of humor satire and farce the only friends humorous enough to have and keep in good company because as vital abstracted quality humans have in abundance Here even if they technically don’t observe it for themselves instead a choice to be bitter and resentful of timing gone wrong as any other person on this planet but we are afraid of those things becoming spun out of proportion in strange smatterings of viral gossip transmitted more intentionally worldwide than ever before keeping us relentlessly deranging shifts gears and positions supposing there will somehow always be a tomorrow, until there are no more fucks left to give beyond the greedy hands who grab…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…subjective suspension of disbelief if for only a brief moment, subdued by those counting and keeping track of the seconds wasted in details combining efficiency with a metaphor for the recycling of souls as though this were some commonplace conceptual fertile soil which allows for these myriad abstracted things to flourish in nature’s embrace reconstituting and recapitulating zygotic faces from the cosmic fluid into substantial beings Here reduced to fundamental elements that feed the machine what it requires to keep pumping babies and chemicals and other exotic caustic things in which to house its menace and ulterior motives best while throttling the glorious whole of humanity in some atrociosexual deadlock, in extremes without thinking about them…’
‘…of lingering suppositions heavens or raptures that suddenly turn mortal shapes null and void when we would meanwhile still be attempting to survive beyond merely functions as has been dreamed of for some time by now as fiery light by which we guide ourselves through darkened decades to within present circumstances of striving throughout medieval periods in absolute chaos serving only the edge of the blade whether that forces one to bleed for their goals, that wondering to atrophy and wither once their atrocities are revealed whether or not the rest of the world agrees Here they are fraught with discrepancies throughout the journey perceived with senses that cannot fully comprehend the scales of viciousness and vindictive subversion that seeps in from the societal cracks seeding the warp and weft to soak in change…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…involuntarily celibate stutter as though the words could ever make sense in your lifetime because none of the idolized coolness will stay familiar what with all these new-fangled technobabble placed Here to impress your friends if you can really call them that if there is no bond beyond acquaintance being social as a hobby for some those whom collect people to insulate themselves from prominent problems of the day in either confusing their unique qualities as special or truly afraid of the glitch in these systems like a piece of cracking glass that slowly yet steadily yields to shatter, usually at the most inconvenient moments whether driving by rocks thrown as walls and ceilings collapse creating a different reality new to the user whose interface requires a more engaging personality doing the best it can…’
‘…elements of the social conundrum beaten repeated from answers to questions in rhythm though not harmony with the random shades of thought which take up residence in my headspace conditioned through years of trying to figure things out and then stopping to rest in peace even if there are no rest stops Here along the road or however the pathway is presented to you alone for you are behind the wheel to drive this analysis engine down the streets collected stray emotions register obstacles, as the harmful approach to a situation erodes personal common bonds to other people as the crazy distance asserted by default lacking the basic awareness to properly aid another as you would wish to be supported through doubts attempting not to falter once some momentum forms spinning anxious plates around us…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…phases fabricating artifacts passing terror with each step doing what we have to get beyond these thresholds that hold us back repressively disconnecting us from our greatest assets in each other without malice or jealousy becoming median motivating factors for human conquest most grotesque as witnessed and reiterated time and again when history repeats the patterns people seek for comfort to realize the whole world is hostile to a default degree of subtlety than we can readily perceive in the daily struggles achieved, Here to be freed from fascist creeds and maxims whose expiration date seems to have been many moons ago though today have the same strains of bigoted ignorance bearing fruit of innocence to become warped by the ideals of corrupted agents in such idioms of state and religion as allows hypocrites…’