out of Context;
‘as if this could excuse the behavior that throttles the human spirit with other spirits that do not tread so wisely as the human remains vessel for the other mutinous dogs on this ship of fools we are timidly traveling within, intoxicated with desire and need and want as we bleed for truth in this culture searching for an ideal monotrauma as though in some single violent awake synchronicity as the act which will somehow speed us toward a unified enlightening of thought or body or control of the soulless commodity passed out like candy…’
out of Context;
‘we sense little other real potential upon the periphery, these cultural blinders put into place to educate on disgrace and the state of what happens when bad people get in line with the good sights we cater to only to find that they were never the way we once originally had perceived them to be, but even these painful truths and false smiling faces cannot take the sting from reality as we have had allowed it to begin spinning sophomoric glee and hostility like a Tesla coil’s shining lightning with a child’s rage….blindly…’
out of Context;
‘i propose the terms “cowardly” and “courageous” to now signify negative and positive in human speech respectively, and more so reflectively to allow our conscious minds to breathe when there is already more than enough of these cluttered points gathered together at this razor’s edge of thought space, it is where anything and everything can foment a reality from the ethers of nothing as we might perceive to “know” them with our scholarly senses at work…’
out of Context;
‘the best and worst of who we are from both sets of genes to be both before and after today… not a whole lot of change to loose from an ego-rich economy boosting a consistent currency for which we might slave away for a wage perhaps that bridges the gap to barter for our shiniest trinkets yet, more to be produced always coming through like hard rain for which there are no umbrellas to aid in shedding the watery waves that drain the living will of its’ essence in caging matter to a bounded finite lifetime…’
out of Context;
‘i stand up to rant my heart out with words cultivated from the mental dirt we all dig into facing an audience without fear, it is a temporary catharsis against the backdropping sounds and dim atmosphere of the places we fit as the design or location may hint with its’ own symbols and grounds as foundation for the drama unfolding, but this is how we create art that seems as to pull right off the pages before these very eyes that decide to see it all scattered in the pattern-seeking brain informing…’
out of Context;
‘before entering the human being phase of the training, and not all can hear the bells ringing as though school were utterly always in session to reach the next lesson on the syllabus planned as taught in holy words and jerks that spasm against the natural laws that Mankind so detrimentally needs to learn…’
out of Context;
‘even as the perils of stardom and idolization come with their own price tag though it is nothing to suffer as a human only to be exalted into myth unlike those who are continuously suffering to serve the fragmented body of what IT is going on… the people scared of being thoughtful are the same people scarred by the hateful that lurks as intimidation through mental distortion, we have yet to reach a vision of the future because we have so much emotional turmoil to work upon…’
out of Context;
‘deceived by all the right words placed before the ears and eyes of that individual’s intake of information, and thus a strong clutter of emotional static can affect the rational person like a psychic attack minus the warning as a surge of the callous general law flooding through and channeling its way into our stream of speech as tensions rise… i took the role and never planned ahead the slightest, except to buy a microphone for my bass amplifier that would have come in handy and still will no doubt though it was my own lack of any forethought that subdued my participation in the occasion…’
‘we become as the machines willingly reaching to another rung on the ladder of material artifice called by some achievement hanging like the carrot strung up over our heads to affect our decisions in ways yet more agreeable with our forsaken authorities holding all of the dealer’s keys in their hands… the cataract of capable acts is slowly opening and closing as the stars sway in a strange motion in overlay of the vegetable mindset…’
‘… not developed enough to remember the first time through as the odd cycle circles around back again… more or less to attempt testing the mettle of the participating energies as individuated substances which have the potential to at times transmogrify one into the many creatures that crawl the face of this heathen incubation, where the social distortion takes shape…’