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…my shit is death art…

‘…the breathing method of blood hungry ghosts the humans become Here when all other options are lost or tossed away when choking to cope crossing lines like wires the whole world looks as though it might make anyone curious wonder who are these puppets connected by the strings of theory as much physically-encountered analog to these burgeoning ideas trying to force themselves to the surface to be accepted and universally validated among the appetites of the damned Here, the art of death may scream bloody murder to any who may lack the vision to really perceive but there is always more behind the superficial veneer imposing multiple ambivalent layers as a wall to prevent individuals from pressing questions any further than some agreed upon standard reinforced by a society that shifts constantly…’ – out of Context




…attempting to eXist…

out of Context – ‘…just the strange quarks in the Out There somewhere vacantly awaiting some sign or signal from the depths that will cradle the need for safety without cutting us off from the rest of existence whose tension arises out of sheer ego death transparently wailing out banshee-like cries into the vastness of night its omnipresent form trying to hold parts of our demeanor aloft though too much as Icarus lifted toward the sun as solar demon burning him dead with the brilliance thus fixated upon, flying towards an inevitable danger under unenviable circumstances as the pressure only grows from there into something one cannot fully define without experience establishing certainty…’




…there is no real time only Dream…

‘…to be the densest of any particularly organized schisms fomented then cemented as real Here, dementia has the same ever vast limits as that potential we only receive glimpses into while savaged through various dimensional barriers that gather momentum by the occasional clench of teeth or cheeks as when the short gasp leaves a person madly empty at bridging gaps not minding to be calm only to relax as consequences coalesce to thrust themselves into well-paced programs when questions of problematic technicality must connect directly simply as tempering of opinion and practice removing any suspect tampering that occurs when something indeed is doctored or adulterated in the worst ways possible…’ – out of Context




…Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia…

out of Context – ‘…that alien side of our ever-curious selves basing rather their application of caution when dealing so directly with us as beings generating panic on a massive scale if anything were to trigger instead of deliver these notions in true neutrality as our paranoid ideas take on lives of their own once an artifact threshold is fully passed beyond as larval chrysalis might be if the contextual quanta were to juxtapose over the human experience as unique as the flutter-by who dies to resurrect as the moth-be-he-man immolated sort once the old skin is to be sloughed off as sore or ulcerous flesh in debridation and cast away to melt like wax used to make more from our stuff, teeth once used as weapons now rotting in the skull…’




…indie…Jest…shun…

‘…having been pushed to such a state of distress and nervous motion… twitching in our collective seat electrified by the characters we meet and greet in this walking living being doing things that usually go against the grain though some of us have been reduced to a gluten free existence from those prior phases of life where so much the bountiful harvest of agricultural process makes us mass produce allergies as well especially while nostalgia from sickness leaving strains all throughout what materials reduce into our lives while Here, having needed so many others to help us along the way that when it finally stops how are we to keep obeying the orders of spooky action at a distance for which the commanding voice is placed and imprinted upon one’s consciousness…’ – out of Context




…the Shituation…

out of Context – ‘…placed Here for those that play to objectify their range of motion and effectiveness distracting the rest of us the phases of resurgent issue as mind-at-large forcing gods’ vomit throughout with the current landlords being taken up who wish us to worship them like gods instead of using the warships to take them out of the larger present picture in order to dispose of any offensive act that might take place while Here adrift waiting for the gift of insight into the compromising circumstances we have been granted the chance to solve serious questions unusually without answers that work as a lone step independent plateau from which to spring…’




…a Moronymy of fears…

‘…scared to name nimble words to access a proposed metaphysical supernature like a signature which supersedes humans as masters of their own destiny intriguing some who may think that fear can be a real horror show and mind killer to many choosing to imbibe of its cesspool brew leading one to hideously spiral down beyond a golden ratio of conscious awareness and participation in these struggles pushing a past of dread aside to embrace the adventure of life, as human shapes of cosmic debris where there is no real time only dream Here as magical infusion between powers of imagination and the practice of a metaphorical warped drive forward no matter what obstacle to be found in the way of progress as pragmatic conquest…’ – out of Context




…peggin’ Rituals…

out of Context – ‘…casting out the damned spirits that roam about our person separate from those shadows conjoined at our footstep and lodged in our minds as passengers clustered together as related energies coalescing into replicated human shapes as the need arises to find a representative in the mists and sands of the temporary stacked up so high that it reaches the skies as historical fetish shaken to make gods rain from the clouds in the tiny droplets of moisture cycled through again and again until those same such nameless gods truly reign supreme from above as the conscious ephemera pulled out from the vacant voids with pretty faces that fall to be taken, self-sacrifice being forsaken by the ones touted as the best of show…’




…Vectigals are we…

‘…how utterly fragile and insecure they are Here more than we even if we have the most difficult of times to hold our shit together without breaking the stoic mask deflecting the ignorant toddlers who think they know more when there is less conclusive evidence of such hideous supply and demand going on behind our backs that it can be fraught with peril when so difficult to track down sources direct for this current situation whether cartel or corporation makes no difference in the way it feels futile as one against many it always appears that a single entity cannot win, though can even this intimidation be a temporary gain when all else is losses even when that currency electric flows through one’s hands with abundance troubling truces made when no one has anything…’ – out of Context




…a perverse imp Lies…

out of Context – ‘…purified from harshest criticism, to say art exists in a world of honesty where science once occupied a space of frivolity and falsehood in an age not long from ours today whereas the sentiment portrays in effect the fear and dread of medical horror that gives rise to an easy deception becoming weaponized leverage form used as a weight of pressure to move us in the “right” direction as we begin to collect experiences while on this voyage so treacherous when only riding in a human vessel such as this… naturalism is to horror as an introduction to the unmasked brutality of contemporary culture to which we all find our lives in parallel to the raw shapes that evoke attraction and repulsion…’