‘…sacrificed to the grind by chewing as nature digests us in series of systems and its ornery machinery intending us to be relieved at the end of our station trained in life channeling energy through portals as porous receptacles our death transferring current senses beyond this flesh in present tenses flashes of insight as much preemptive witness moving separate from what we got used to the usual reality defining perspective into layers as old as this detritus underneath our feet smashed into retaining its present aspects of growth going from unspoiled earth alone in quiet nature as vast space shrinks ever more precariously indulging the more selfish aspects of ourselves Here quisling interests pushing preemptive betrayal forward factions confrontational anarchy fish swimming a pace out through this wholly sea voyage fighting the current mainstream distressed…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…from our mortality filtered through astringent qualities and rituals used to purify ourselves of deeper subtle layers of intersecting emotions with imprinted memories whose triggering presence can sometimes be misconstrued as comforting when one has only known dread for all their lives most without any breaks yet breaking somehow from this cruelty inflicted, manic impressions deciphered in flashes of memory suppressed repressed and utterly obsessed with correcting actions as defensive measures taken early on camouflaging anonymity from being perceived wrongly by ones outside judging those more engaged than themselves choosing to assume distracted elements vicariously avoiding detectability achieving overarching goals while fears of failure remain controlling us unaware of the puppetry swing set raw tallow ready to be turned into candles burning at both ends…’
out of Context – ‘…between stellar conduits unseen but always assembling structure beyond itself no difference holy or dirty because of this density of interdependence within ourselves abilities to connect to other worlds collecting details and data further still breaking our picturesque view of perfection are gloss and gossamer dressings, compared to the vast contrast that recreates us repeatedly Here often with little luxury or fanfare seen until posthumous and serious case of ceasing to exist shriveling into the nothing as background impulse layered in levels throughout conscious pieces of dreaming this massive of a microcosm reflecting synchronous boundaries embodied in parallel circuits of essence including very little sense of itself or any of the parameters conscripting pieces from the larger whole while digging out temporarily pockets of dimensional anonymity our own minds…’
out of Context – ‘…that sustains us we all become such easy prey in an oversaturated world surging forward unrestrained animals acting in a jagged unison with variable aspects of the hive mind need to protect the royal jelly understood from observing other animals though curious what in the human hive mind equates guessing what captivates willingly our attention Here contradicts ideas conceiving of constructive reality, addicted to contrary behaviors aware of the outcome when we are wrong through hidden mondegreens appear everything like small faces peering out into reality as we observe it leaving pockmarks of the brave souls who choose to light the giant lantern our heads equivalent as we continue charging through streets thoroughly wasted and escaping if temporarily from those lurking real horror shit show side projects trials and tribulations connected collectively called life…’
‘…or lack thereof in others hovering just above the precipice as coherent civilization careening over the edge as aptitude and attitude exchange places any order that works to salvage this savage troubling unity, beneath the meddling skin of civility divorced from ourselves we shed layers of phase denoting change as the years advance us forward through the densest parts of emotional distress without some life preserver shifting the sifting sands to liquid rising higher and higher until drowning becomes priority concerning issue as much suddenly disconcerting to muddling the flow of destiny spark so small feeling diminished anonymous underneath enshrouding organized oppression aggressively played off as genius work ethic generating on sequential objectives to reach for consoled by the urge before any agency can blind you with degrees of perspective grating nerve…’ – out of Context
‘…harnessed for energy covertly replacing the horsepower guided into place by pressure of your peers scat singing our way through liminal eschatology whose escalation as wielded into tools of ethnomethodology versus sociology, we are not worthy in our secreted excretions seized pleasingly sized to objectify as fetish holding certain mojo about it symbolic of particular peculiar sensitivities some would call mystical in this essence heaven’s lobotomy preaching at us how to live properly via interpretive temporal advocates playing devils wishing to be redeemed by whatever savior we have for the time being justifying our maleficent influences creating tensions between people as though social constructs to be toyed with in sights solipsistic amounting to who we decide to listen to with undivided attention accounting for little as pity party wallowing in psychic wounds…’ – out of Context
‘…gestures to propose new strands of light tied together bridging gaps with conveying of signals whose goals stay reciprocal as long inconceivable pressures hold us in place with the threat of things falling apart at a rapid pace as the momentum goes into overdrive once the first domino falls igniting chaos at the soonest opportunity gathering godspeeds turmoil instantaneously of weakened mental states unleashed by exploding back to simple worlds spiraling out of conscious command whirling as bedeviled dervish whose dance orbits the brightest thing to blind us we have ever seen, all these things and more harnessed with words to justify means by translating those hidden pieces of similarity and difference through near-universal contextual clues that some take sadistic pleasure in making games of communication by prolonging the curiosity of others until upset…’ – out of Context
‘…when taken as antidotes in what we require to achieve full cognitive function believing ourselves somehow unaffected by warnings ceasing to sound off so alarming toxic talk sick of sick sad worlds colliding frequently enough to raise valid concern even though nervous about lifting any false flags amidst surveillance culture warfare so cold it recalls tensions of the near past now micromanaged to seem insignificant from the distance of passing cars quickly engaged with the surroundings as opposed to living inside of thoughts feeling better left unsaid when every utterance feels wrong, judged Here as inadequate descriptions falling out of the mouth manifesting as crucially sensing synchronous certitude of error and guilt admonishing by way of psychic link deciphered through the lenses as instinct intuition and intellect in currency crossing our organic circuitry…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…head heavy with thoughts unrelenting presented to an empty room worthy as an empty reading trying to collect enough personifications to fill it and even when sleeping just for dreaming to start happening affected by the definitions already established over time and further forcing its way through nonsense repetitive attempts kept deeply residing in the meat of our minds through tissues breaking loose more than marking territory to play some macabre song and dance routine for giggles… madness of horribly crass excuses used for doctoring them methods building somewhere within realms of plausibility if not found too long stretched strenuous action with these tactics skilled board-certified and ready extracting kernels of truth as though simply were teeth just open wide enough to scream ‘OW!’ before deviants come gorging on your visceral pieces tender and juicy…’
out of Context – ‘…at best in Here, illuminatus trilobites caught helpless as the fossil record grooves as it slowly plays over time only audible enough to hear whispers from that cryptid performance piece called civilization taking on many phases and ornate forms as yet explained that exist while stuck in the daze and haze of mourning sickness not acknowledging the grief of loss so overwhelming yet repetitive to the point of depressing expectations of failure and being corrected if wrong in levels of severity depends upon the perpetrator whose delight must be in making others suffer as they believe they must have which makes them more untrustworthy… criminal cash crop of humans born and raised under loose loyalty to the state they believe they live within interpreted in many ways that differ and then direct us the opposite…’