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…weapons as Waffles…

‘…minions taking these optional opinions way too far to be believed at all, too late though because in the modern pattern of the way things are those ideas gathered enough momentum to allow an empty despot to coincide with compassionate myths to establish the multitude of institutions we see surrounding us today awaiting either rain or sunshine to pass one day into the next feasting upon the carcasses of thine enemies only to then drink the blood of your lords to gain powers never imagined as though avatars for higher forces conforming one’s will to that of the source from which on these ideas are based though also biased in regard to the worst sides of humanity boldly shown against type breaking preconceptions…’ – out of Context




…busted Brown notes…

out of Context – ‘…as consonant construction occurs everywhere it is requiring to complete the latest projects to prepare for yet more expansion into the population density sifting through the ruins or nature in its untouched splendor to develop these places immediately added tragic mass debating with oneself leading to loneliness and suicidal tendencies it seems as dreams explain little in way of practical tactics upon what is meaningful to others besides ourselves are some of the things that really matter to people unlike all that drifting rhetoric that ameliorates this tempered shallow youth taking its place amongst the various truths that exist in the directed subliminal dialogue with that inner reality which does actualize and re-calibrate a person’s role in this world in dire attempts at not to fail…’




…Latin is not dead…

‘…what it does to hasten on ways that will come next to subversively pollinate the overlapping realms where these powers that be hold sway over beast and plant alike no matter an amount of resistance displaced by the beings who think they are in charge of this space as holding in our hands those wishes and shit produced balancing an abstract scale of equal weight mythic poetry trying to seek of others some kind of equality between concepts and their conveyance among people who contain differing rhythms of interpretation to allow for alternate sequences with consequential patterns tangling altogether without a pause of mercy, a lost nomad thirsty in the desert of the real becoming really reflective of human cruelty as it seizes us in crisis without a solution of immediate relief…’ – out of Context




…sweet spot of Horrible…

out of Context – ‘…using humans to do the dirty work Here, moon children chaos born as those who walk behind the rows searching for righteous integrity that will not leave us abandoned by the forces of whimsy as that which happens when lurching like a heartbeat figures of authority hold less weight because of their broken corrupted or lack of moral compass inside of their chests and leaning into directly chosen sequences of constrictive intents affecting others through attempts at domination boiling beyond restraint circulating in fits of impulse that tragically submits one to dreaded cognizant dissonance gnawing as erosion at one’s soul… assurance of life and living as livelihood compelling the naive americans to penetrate the unknown to the point of a visceral clarity one cannot make unseen…’




…pseudo-Video…

‘…of all creatures in this vast cosmos without error or regrets in the forward motion wanted so desperately to progress and not to be ingested as any other raw statistic valued upon the faces only as testament to audacity of austerity gone astray by ways and means through concepts and dream to the artifice of the physical that calls to us through to a subliminal signal we cannot wholly complete as coping mechanism with submission as an appeasement in paying homage to the cretinous heathens we may perceive ourselves as being without forgiveness as a factor of intent Here, witnesses to that clarity which sits oblivious to the fates of humanity searching only to abstract some relevant energies from the people who remain tethered to this realm of pain fueled by interconnected systems…’ – out of Context




…hexus cuxus suxus…

out of Context – ‘…expectations are critical Here for some a vital stroke to trigger the obscene rituals that abort our illusory perfection enabled as control because compassion for others must count against those in committing too atrocious manipulations making distinct patterns in the miasma through dread and guilt as markers of imperative accentuation at best, no command over people being as legal as friends who can open one’s heart to warmth of being human when the risks are of possible betrayal can be high and by a certain ratio inevitable as viral amongst these massive fluctuations as frequencies to achieve station inside the mind capable of interpreting these bandwidths and wavelengths to calibrate fortunate footing with the right steps to take as like any baby who is as cautiously fragile…’




…hour ov wahr…

‘…anything within the everything sits and awaits to be fully created as perfection when viewed through the mind’s eye searching for clarity in order to understand what is shaping this realm and all denizens inside of it triggering emotional and mental quakes as various social traits interlock destroying what tethers we have already set into motion the seeker and their objectives going the limit for what they pursue as interest wanes and motivation ebbs we find shelter amidst electric circuits currently shocking to life the ideas that seem as the dreams that open us to new plateaus unheard of before this dimensional warp and weft weaving together the disparate elements, synchronization of the anachronistic sensibilities encircling our regurgitated thoughts as they spill upon the page…’ – out of Context




…interpreTactical…

out of Context – ‘…what wicked things have expected to be catered to Here even if no one really cares for the person in question whose viewpoints might ring with insight but leaves one horribly drained merely letting their loquacious behaviors get obnoxious enough to fit underneath the skin we wear that annoyance at the very lest is inevitable Here, especially when resisting this simple mind trick gets old time and again expecting the attacks that intermittently keep us on our toes walking on eggshells and our mouths shut when trying to be covert about compromising situations in re-calibrated core defects subtly undetermined out of regard for human fragility as though only the strongest can survive these mutations as we each wear our flaws on our skinned sleeves and knees as much our heart who bares out the beating…’




…priaPrismatic…

‘…offset by the brutality we are more than capable of contrasted with understanding the shining light that is utilized to sunder the darkness incorporating the diverse components evoking this sensitive realm into existence while overlapping extremes vie for dominance disproportionately fashioned as weaponized covert tactics to counteract as ominous dark clouds to be busted by righteous intentions we would hope in order for some equity or balance to be maintained above all things material and otherwise that ebb and flow through the years we attempt to attest to a willingness of spirit that cannot be tamed wholly by outside forces… annoying byproducts of the systems that take advantage of participants usually without compensation…’ – out of Context




…indoctriNaked…

out of Context – ‘…wave after wave of generation collapsed into being Here defined by their existence and a resistance to struggle that catches us off-guard at many points within one’s own lifetime without shrugging off responsibility necessary in order to share in any of the fun or grief that this world holds onto for us whether we like it or not, the mission is not the same as the purpose a meaning not necessarily the same as the definition not as long as we are a system of variables in motion tempted toward paths whose outcome remains somewhat uncertain even when following instructions on appropriate direction asserted as truth in order to compete with the rest of the massive attack attempting their best to flow with a rhythm of being…’