‘…inhabiting our brains as that vital flashing point subdues finishing off our tainted deceptions observed, ritual excuse used exceptions to the rules jealously oblivious to the inner workings of subconscious yearnings percolating rancid revision allowing our darkest parts to survive upon whatever residence they can find inside of our heads confined that prevent escape stirring ferocious feeling from pits obsessed with retribution reviving the certainty that something is vitally wrong Here accepting very little as factual information as rather only sordid opinions confused weapons composed of words by those insensitive and are motives to match their ballistic all-too enlightened reasons to pervade all the realms in violence as though these are meaningful hold onto traditions… used to destroy ourselves insidious to the rectal sleeve and the flatulence that fabricates…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…overlooking what collected visions we have Here as though anything like us has that command various elementary forces attached to conventional supervisory puppet strings contrary to what imagination can conceive because there is nothing cool or badass about standing out like we think drunk on thinking convinced we should be something new more novel than we are still larval and hatching out of the trap others have made for us seeing wave functions, magical reality perhaps before they may even appear to collapse surpassed by the collective disbelief that enchants all other reality to stay banal something conforming to ideas that work against us and our progress beyond the awareness of infants instead barely the quaint antiquity we thought it would be in the room of elephants alarming but to remove the glass ceiling…’
out of Context – ‘…clearly triggering repercussions more than simply noise distracting from real issues larger than local as we collectively tolerate this abuse because do not know what else to do with ourselves being in circuits and patterns that previously served those personal gods, now we destroy each other making excuses as we always have understanding these slight variations in the cosmic tapestry from what we can read into its massive ferocious beauty undulating and shaping us as we can be capable of somehow learning observing and recording this phenomena we experience as separate yet combined creatures unable to tap into our natural hive mind except rarity accepted as confidence trick side show shit gimmick blending truth with lies on purpose depending upon persons doing such ornery chicanery to defile and disgrace disturb the human race…’
‘…instead of tools meant to reduce our larger than life views to match our technology motivating our meat machines to attempt their best at making things that can be changed for the better but greed and other likewise aspects drawn closely to our personal senses of self-righteous superiority and ego coercing others to conform in order to create that systemic green manure as an ideological manifestation of my reproductions caught unable to reduce the questionable urge to binge at some interval reasonably inconvenient to confine us in our own unstable composure as if witnessing something different, and complete for now confusion knows no bounds connecting various disparate elements fashioned into some kind of human machine Here this displayed feeling so territorial as though someone is pulling one over on your god no slight ever accepted…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…who know what they are looking for considering the sources of this animal flesh that bears witness and attacks tries to adapt boundaries without leaping before thinking through completely wired differently scattering of lives living through this manure heap that values only higher and larger amounts of force each finding their own ways to the top fighting against the funk transfer of the zombie eaters relying upon the wells of knowledge planted to grow deeply ingrained impressive seeds laying groundwork, assumptions climbing the most fruitful trees disarming us with dysthanasia or a bad death when haste falling from grace exploiting the ignorant though savage dance through damage introducing lessons back into the mixture hot mozel tov cocktail left shattering displaced glass and shards of fire in the paths of others walking over burning coals…’
out of Context – ‘…emotional insecurity leading from fun to fighting in one fell swoop turned whoop whoop bottles broken, as classic gauntlet of the barroom brawl that spills out onto the streets but imagined as a city-wide riot where the pugilists are drunken and laughing messes massive writhing timing this conflict to finished when the animals are ready to run away trying to fix their reputation among the other thugs cursing and insulting the ones too weak to keep up with the real monsters taking lives as well as wallets growing up reckless and willing to stand up regardless of whether it happens to be right and wanting no other individual to take advantage of their position in authority, after all the beatings and undetermined privilege finally recognized the kid gets it running with a pack of wolves…’
out of Context – ‘…driving coffins on wheels a rare breed hoping not to die as it crisscrosses the highways and frontage roads weaving maps into existence that never existed before the journey creating stories to be recounted by those who were there are the most genuine and emotional pulling us in to depict life juxtaposed from memory into immediate company relating experiences to one another this way bonding and coming to a mutual agreement which depending on persons may remain unspoken as long as it remains Here energy converted into an ephemeral concept connected to various impediments of perspective from our singular viewpoints, collected at precarious moments when straying away from nonsense makes the most sense even if the massive might disagree with your lone point of observation lacking respect for what prospects in what context remain unmolested…’
out of Context – ‘…eating death as a treat when lost on the scene that coagulates on the bones as structured escape from the tragedy we see every day singling out one at a time condemned, this flesh that bends this substantial leaning against a system in place to protect and restrict by making certain of interjected complications and altercations exist Here through repeated patterns of dissonance defined through training rigid discipline into oneself desire and determination creates soldiers to be decimated but for a cause unknown how uncertain obstacle placed in front of us as we damage the topiary hedge maze that exits thanks to funding persistent in its relative established creeds and bullshit radioactive and irradiating prolonged funk transfer into the immediate atmosphere with urgency of fear feeling all-surrounding chamber of many loaded statements…’
‘…biblical verses as this obverse observed in skewed and chewed up essay format perhaps more in the questionable style as sort of slab poetry written as though scrawl sprawling upon this supreme of screened in window to connected tissue issuing forth battles and cries because anger turns to sadness turns to madness so often as catalyst converting emotional baggage to avoid hemorrhage the brain dead from stresses unhealthily unhelpful no matter how stridently nice seeming we cannot be solely floating dreaming beings, embryonic brine seeking caricatures of creatures thirsty for accusation to become the worst version of oneself layered and recursive as curses become blessings as they converted over generations Here curing us as though that isn’t complicated enough travels finding the morale pursuing putrid virtues whose skin falls off in rotten chunks thoroughly vice…’ – out of Context
‘…currency of the current society whose digital whispers condemn each other in subtle to extreme competitions to get ahead of the train wreck approaching us with barrier-deflecting power that be in order to make an escaping that much easier than not knowing what to do Here tricking oneself that everything is calm on the surface but struggles underneath from where there is no retreat tend to burst through in knockdown context defeating apprehension triggering suspicion that everything is bound to fail Here can we ever dissuade ourselves from perilously moving forward to excise the torment seeming endless, attached to our familiarities as the repeated patterns plague us into thinking their continuity as absolute when it is as mutable as the spirits and moods that shape our personal behavior ideas and the aspects of our character…’ – out of Context