out of Context;
‘the corrupt adapting a master plan for mastery over the entire fucked populace of tired and worn-down threats unevenly able to stab in the dark when it seems the merest pinprick of light shines through to blind our eyes from apparent truths yet revealed as reviled spew to chundering down one’s chin, and clogging the oily flesh as sweat and grease build up to toxic levels while reality keeps spilling out germs and verses to either infect or entrain the docile domesticate human massive that begs to be servile to the fleas… these too appear as the dysfunctional nitwit to whose vigorous energies are trapped in other obnoxious pursuits forlorn lamenting to pervfection…’
out of Context;
‘seen through mismanaged pausing and waiting while the queue grows longer, and much like the lengthy snaking thing it is the skin of people shed one individuated cell after another as the lifetime has popped its own bubble for each growing being born Here of all places… the center of this disease which we have become very comfortable with each other continuing to blame all tomorrow’s parties for the idealized symptoms of today as it lurches…’
out of Context;
‘no proof is easily produced as assembly line quality searching out in some refined state that allows even the most brazenly stupid and unaware no matter how wealthy one appears to be able to understand, why should i be one to have those cues common to confusion after eating the words of your saviors like turds for scatological needs in order to study a reverse engineering the patterns of demon logic that seize the people who seem to lose faith in their idling profits a lot of nervous energy that cannot be consumed without questioning in the masters’ ways…’
out of Context;
‘leaving ourselves open to the waves of the future whether hybrid of new and old or some other synthesis altogether as it slowly changes this presence like a slightly out-of-tune rumor circulating, and the effect suddenly occurs where we are standing in the reality that reflects the humors of its residents as the energy surges passed narrowing the perceptions by what views they see… some are seeing tumors on the skin…’
out of Context;
‘the essence of what we truly ever wanted in these individual chases for some better conclusions, my multiple meaning phrases summon themselves through me as though i were channelling electric spirits like a radio or television or logging into a vast majesty inside the digital universe discovered behind these cold flat screens as they filter our wishes through to be visible in this reality, and the windows makes for a good moniker in branding 100th monkeys out of all of us as we wait in line to buy the software and all of its updates rabid with enthusiasm at this modern wonder…’
out of Context;
‘fetishistic idea of a lifestyle where one’s sleepy solid comfort is the standard bearer to which all others become shit, we the inferior are littered everywhere that no one wants to try looking because the grime clinging to our bodies is a social crime in these parts of the civility that hates us for who we are trying to be… nightmare of our life to think we are going no where or to a place that doesn’t want us as used and thrown down a waded piece of living trash outliving the abuse, with or without the crutches makes no real difference only in the eyes of a judgmental authority of whose dead soul only manifests in hateful intent to purge the system of its dreck…’
out of Context;
‘the vast depths… is it safe?… not really… it never was even if you believe in all those myths because that machine is just as obsolete any more as the rust of the previous generations collapse and bury themselves like heads in the sand, and cringing cowardly as if appearing to yield, as though to allow the birth of a new strain of old worlds on mutant earth inhabited by actual hybrid creatures of worth beyond functional weight that requires to be served and protected like the swine whose self-assured fate rests upon the plate…’
out of Context;
‘in a retaliation for how poorly our culture treats us in the suffering through of all the experimental maladies first, programming us with the barest of preparation for in the outside world where cruelty runs the gamut of genuine emotions trying to grind it all down into the indifference as wasted human animal becomes a shell wanting no more of the overdose that living fast and hard has to offer one, but still a fantasy of the multitude seems to yearn for this decadence to which none return whether the spirited or drone whose uses are many comparatively when in contrast all idols seem to put an about face terse toward abusive behavior which calls out the worst social traits into the surface…’
out of Context;
‘a sphincter holding back the shitty for the stale and uncomplicated sheltering us all through youth, and a dark tide rising with the breaking conformity as leashing agent to keep the fear in check mated with the ritual wage kept by enslaved hands whose own energy moves the larger cyst’emic infection intact like a creeping death who plans to rule the earth someday… blistering the senses cultivated over too many those of the previous lifetimes to count accurately any more as the vibrations can get denser and denser…’
out of Context;
‘the hammering of gods inside our heads won’t relent on the progress that sketches itself out as it surges forward to hit all the relevant points in forging the correction necessary to put others in their place… the fascist ones we are working against are reflecting the same energy that lifts and can make of the unsound whatever creatures we claim ourselves to be as a stalking and lethal movement takes over the minds of the serious and static who hold to killing, that urge to push the rest of this flaming wreck off the edge of an almost real cliffside drifting lost…’