out of Context;
‘the vines writhe alive weaving the pattern together an unknown growing from a root of dark potential learning something for itself, a wisdom subtle and lurking like the lady of the lake to present the weapon of truth to the right person who will charge through lessons and make an example for the rest of us, but we each have some variation of agonist/ alienist heroics deep within us timed to be patient with the action though it would appear to ooze slowly as the lazy avaricious desire of the population so thoroughly comforted and sheltered with no role specific until we discover it on personal questing to reveal the self as it appears to each of us… we were conceived with an eye toward the ideal of the population becoming enraptured with its convenience culture jam…’
out of Context;
‘as a warrior upon perhaps a purest path to take past all perverted grace of leprous debt insane resuscitated joining hands to force the energy forth like hardcore flaneurs roaming the streets with no hope for a future setting of day and night in cycles of systematic repetition… not nihilists but hopeless idlers wandering aimlessly through dark stone columns of souls variously lit at spots like some vibrant everlasting torch or candle expelling darkness in a short halo around its view of the city, the pants are worn at the knees and see-through to some degree while these stains from the blood will not go away, and the washing machines walk among the mad unyielding fiends you get used to seeing everyday…’
out of Context;
‘i write to soothe the ragged tectonic plates of my mind while the reality quaking potential moves on from where it last left droppings of something wild to say as mutants on the edge of description… we are those mutants of previous generations always on the quest for that something which suits us best as opposed to what we are forced to accept as the best of all possible outcomes, impressed upon us the ideas that we are uncertain until in that mighty career is found the way to contribute to society as a hole that keeps vacuuming up the debris as well as the great notions that change how everything works Here, but it is only up to us as we are ever-developing into a different creature altogether in this strange cosmic incubator…’
out of Context;
‘this tidal debris left remaining Here and much more of that corpse-like feeling and pale lodged in a random state lost in thought angry somewhere, lurching out of the nowhere from beyond the coffin lid exploded into wide-mouthed strike as the leech drives towards a pulse inside the throat as the hungry monster or ghost might attack in a fake world where we do not try to actively understand each other without some incentive to the expenditure of energy, and the system takes the place of that desiccated form leaching the love and faith away into a processing to transform the impulses into filth and lust and depravity openly corrosive to once precious ideas of natural wisdom… a telepathic social neurotic toxin fed to us throughout our lives Now…’
out of Context;
‘conscious and sinister Mankind that rapes and pillages the land, its resources and its native peoples bound… always taking and devouring the little lambs and sheeple as sacrifice to the lord god ‘progress’ in a blind sense of honor and faith, it is this blindness that inflicts itself from within though not afflicting the sense of one’s vision necessarily, but that of complacency and stasis created to uphold a certainty of decay and ultimately a stillness transcending the hurry and bustle of the current human extremes of comfort and caution…’
out of Context;
‘everything in this critical mass together weaving a tapestry out of the cosmic and that pulsing real suspended by animation of the human form as the current meaty vessel in mind, a robot gifted with the access to other realms of thought than the trained response which makes the human being much more of a dangerous creature in the kingdom than a weakness might betray to the rest of the tribe, and the dishonored pariah walks away to start new colonies and associations as well as new references for a larger collective unconscious of shared experiences to coalesce into actual reality…’
out of Context;
‘we are struggling to hang onto our own versions of reality in ways that tangle with and engage other glorious wave-phases in the out there held in for the potential surging that the living crave to savor, and manifest into dreamy creative reflections of what they would choose to believe whether multiple lives all at once stormy with its own mad eye in the center sweeping over genealogical lines born from the tides of trust and lust in the strange simplicity so scary when it strikes the steps to light the path into the fray, this struggle living conflicting lightning as kinetic description or scarification ritual written in this space as a timely visual with rotating appeal from various audiences…’
out of Context;
‘affairs of the casual human being, and it is at this state we have been in for too many centuries to count where we secure a frustrated impatience for a situation so out of our hands we become impetuous and brash to change things for the “better”… what is this ideal of better so unique to each of us in our time Here that we would get so completely distracted from the point onto other more tangential issues as they swirl only to get flushed out by the ignorance of Mankind’s approach to living best above all other inferior beings in the out there, especially as we get into a kind of apocalypse fever where culturally we crave an end to the static monster thus created…’
out of Context;
‘the larger conscious swing of polarities constantly adapting that raw power of true knowledge to this animal world, but a savage emotional undertow curling spirits and souls of all forms into the works of fluctuating particulate realistic and within a material universe where multitudinous are neural varieties all channeling energy to and from multiple other parallel organic networks and levels of circuits within the use of the overall system… we are defined as human clone always searching for an oblivious projection of perfection to last the ages as some symbol of reality to be guided and carved by the chosen artisans behind the dark curtains of secret ritual, in the personal performance acting as the counter-balance to false modes of wisdom which twist and worm through the brains of men working the human electric devil…’
out of Context;
‘working the human electric devil like a puppet to fuel the dishonor in detailed displays and reenactments on the grand scale a cruel theater would require to happen correctly, or at all for that matter as things do not manifest cheaply even as cultures of quick disposal have aspired to for centuries on end as their history might have us to believe in cryptic classroom settings of betrayed logic and lore declassified for the general public to absorb and ignore…’