out of Context;
‘we can take quite a bit from the previous time lines we have lived within, even the myths and folklore create a primal memory for the rest of us to be involved in, and makes up the forgotten foundations conceptual of civilization… the mythic operating system or MythOS… case in point, the working class on our way to ascension of the next great age, as though like the Olympians before us, needing to usurp the mass hysteria of the Titans before we get eaten by this systemic infection…’
out of Context;
‘my passion is restricting while also being expansive, thus taking my soul with it on a powerful trajectory somewhere, but how can we even begin to think we can fathom that depth to which there is no stone to drop except the self?… now i am Here, self-incriminating and trying to make the most of my dabbled arts, and dying to figure out whether or not this whole shindig is worth it… i have to face my fears, and some may shy away from my particular issues, giving no credence to my own self-respect… these are the self-possessed as much as i am…’
out of Context;
‘we invest our creative energy to those so-called “sane” people because we refuse to lead ourselves with responsibility… so the point is that we actually allow our leaders to send us over the edge of the cliff, and we relentlessly complain when things don’t go our way, still we don’t seem to do anything about our situations… expecting changes from another source entirely…’
out of Context;
‘a dangling whip-like appendage, the Clitic, stands distinctive in this corrupted linguistic trick of the mind… the process of control seems like a theory of control, different for each unique character scripted in this act, and appearing as continuous variables uninterrupted by time… even as our vertical awareness stirs our soul, the opinion mentioned earlier is responsible for sending out batch quantities of life for specific end results, to control a discrete robotic assembly working to manifest its will… a theory on process theology could be described as not everything is god’s will, but god has a will in everything as all experience contributes to the process of reality, you could further break that down into god as persuasion…’
out of Context;
‘how does one think about anything without a trail of vomit to follow from the lips?… the evil animate tricks that wish and guilt trip the rest of the social structure into collapse, but bring your own umbrella as the glass shards rain down into this soft parade charade, the mighty swinging thing that creeps and calls our names from the distance… the restricted wits of the Prometheus bound, a crass metaphor for what could work for intelligence in a world quite this fiendish, as it postures and pounds so hellishly upset of true impotence…’
out of Context;
‘devotees… this materialism has an equal, antagonistic quality to “concrete” reality, but is one tangent to qualify the real question of what other pieces fit in to form a synthesis of truths Here?… complying with the “hard-to-be-precise” crosshatching of the various gamuts and steps leading us to believe what we do…’
out of Context;
‘some complexity protrudes from the organ which i call a brain, this projected something is where i am left standing with imagination to my right and the hastily quicksilver critical faculty to my left, and the internal conflict wells up like a fount to express in random symbols hurled to face those demons full-front…’
out of Context;
‘this linear adjunct gives me the bends, a series of twisting and turning inclinations, and yet pulls you back into place for the next round of shit… not too much to sift through with these haggard ideas of the ways things should try to be…’
out of Context;
‘the pneumatic person steps away from the matter-bound being most would assume was a corpse, like the ghost moving beyond the demon or some other various angle of self, or like the spiritual human becoming effective in the wake of the doomed lineage… the material is not the only thing there has to be…’
out of Context;
‘we have the cultural blinding agent in our eyes as a collective, we cannot get over the fact that we are more splendid all together than as the various separately achieving ulterior motivators, and trying to pep talk the new world army into submission… representing the American scream in the age of inevitable oppression…’