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war saw was raw

out of Context;
‘the ideas of incredulous brainwashing to subdue our souls into place for the cosmic race game that appears to keep all of our attentions most neatly focused on the pain and loss emitted from these hosts born and dead without even knowing the joys of travel or chasing the dreams that will never materialize because we get caught in the net webbed over our minds in the haze of realizing our purposes each their own, much as how we connect these reality streams together not unlike attempting to stay in contact with people who have touched that soul in its burning heart lodged deep within our separate kingdoms we attempt to keep intact all throughout our lives in this place even through the stress and dense difficulties that seem to work their magic on this mortality…’




freak flags fly high…

out of Context;
‘awareness of the harm possible to others of us not used to the torment or suffering utilized as tools of a subtle social manipulation through the vicious etiquette of torture in tune with the cruel fits of Mankind… not allowing enough breathing room for the few of those left not waving their flags or the other conformist paraphernalia giving up their public permission for the shit to keep washing over us to train the masses to be scared and stupid with the distinct purpose to not question those orders given even those rules shifting and changing at a moment’s notice as within our modern police state, but that a will of a people is not now so easily domesticated…’




a citizen deranged.

out of Context;
‘expand the consciousness whose forms do not matter as much as they do to those of a thought and thinking soon realizing their limited view at least that is an ideal hope leisurely approaching the truth with an openminded idea of reality and excuse sometimes abuse making blurry for us to measure or reassure one another, and while hedging any bets on those sure things yet to pay off in the long running down of a dream becoming the top of the cheap and the used as too confused to develop any higher than this larval frame of hive patterning our minds to some supposed holographic realm of the serene that was in place before we arrived to chop away at a previous living system to replicate and assimilate it into our own ways as the details…’




a heavy petty distraction…

out of Context;
‘we remain faithless dissecting questions the pieces of this dream allows us to see taking an insight from the random distress as it flows through us like water and it tugs and transmits what we may assume to be instructions to restoration of greatness, but this seems more like fairy tale woven over the barest essentials to speak deeply to our personal sense of humanity as it can perceive things beyond ourselves into creating connective bonds between our needs and our precariously-balanced environment allowing communication when the winds of change are right and various unknown stars seem to align with the righteous forces working in our favor even as we try to be wary of all the villains…’




hyde or go jekyll.

out of Context;
‘we choose to go as noted in our collected articles of fascination left behind in a wake of constricting morality accompanying the actions collected as aggregate tones of experience that drive this mutation deeper through the Self to which we conceived, the loss of a goal like a forsaken treasure whose taste is a quality derived from other qualities appreciated for many reasons throughout the passing of time in this place we may call ‘home’ though changes with the many seasons that compel us year by year in the ever-changing day marching behind us and those yet to appear urging us forward to fathom what depths we are driven to conquer with our meddlesome insistence prevailing… beast flung ahead of the mind as we are propelled like missiles occasionally with sets of instructions…’




hope as a four-letter word…

out of Context;
‘this great consciousness sized to fit a manic blur indescribable from outside as one must move inside of the storm in order for a truer extent of understanding this thingdom to be realized from within as the sacred chaos it is roiling and boiling out a stew of energies and the battles for integration both materialized and metaphysical… the dope of this matter is simple as the words that fall from our lips with hip reappropriation of statements made cliche by our modern standards as the bar and boundary for a mortal moral significance sedating authorities with dosages of a humane helplessness and humility to tranquilize this active massive hive brain that swallows its insane as a whole within the rest of the fold of dysfunctional citizenry standing by watching this soft parade pass…’




metroflexual

out of Context;
‘riding the metro around my village is difficult especially when this big shitty environmental artifice mad manufacturing delays enter into the social contract cataract that equates to my wasted time spent wasted as biological demon offenders won’t make up their minds as restless reckless opinions surge and can fight each other from jealousy feeling lousy and blaming to learn the shaming game passing around a cultural signal that bends the villainous urges to define a world whim, we are a whimpering carcass crusty with crass remarks upon a stink of ages decaying us…’




this death

out of Context;
‘throughout the planet… our minds suffer from an enchanted imprinting of stories which fascinate and it hypnotizes us enough to find ourselves in a game of chances though no real winners if we really try to play as others who then narrow their profitable perspectives to become losers in the classical fashion manufactured by the current state of the general law insisting the cosmos compressed as much impressed with the urge to force brief conformity Here and there, and no matter how productive there are always going to be gaps in the labor linking one idea to another where missed pieces of information lead to miscommunication projected by the emotions and presence found Here among the advanced primate hybrids we have been serving in secrets forgotten…’




dodecadouchebagadon

out of Context;
‘Here with our fluctuating moods and experiences melding together as one homogeneous total that cannot be merely separated strand by strand by these human hands even as the human minds analyze every detail possible to keep things moving and adapting through the struggles of humanity one at a time… as easy as it appears to blame the black or white sides of an argument for a distortion of reality even though we all do this in some regard realizing we are naked without a shroud to hold back the stoic winds of ironic change truly indifferent to challenge as the serious and inane meet and they seem locked apart in duality, though we can easily realize that this is illusory…’




these barbaric times…

out of Context;
‘few steps ahead of this restful trip we made to produce these values whose truth eats time away from youth as the experience is gained though on a quest to not be wholly confused by this gain distortion showing through our collective actions in a squeezing to continue breeding this struggling mortality in light of inherent animal cruelty as is holding back any growing element of consciousness rebelling throughout the social constraints as revealed in this life, but this isn’t ever really as matter-of-fact as we might like to think we believe we can see with any accuracy that trails like wires off the huge beast we have created to induce these series of fearful shocks and endeavors as generations are taken for granted a few subtle moves at a time…’