out of Context;
‘perpetrated by the humans who have started considering themselves “saints” which is really not a part of the human scale of progress at all… the plants inhabit a kingdom just on the outside of spiritual perception for most of us, disguised in myriads of subtle forms that appear perfectly harmless to a casual physical inhabitant of this world, but still other arrangements of plant life fill in the gaps where non-ordinary states of consciousness are necessary to function beyond a certain block in advancing the wisdom through into this incarnated form…’
out of Context;
‘too many questing visions that boggle the time and method with which to manage such endeavors as Here there are no ways home that don’t involve sleep or death in the mists of the mysterious mind as a place where the savage and the intellectual meet to harness the freak of nature reality we have now become, the secluded hole inside the head where knowing enters the face and soothes the negative impulse of the mind to keep the perception of reality in place, but what of this distant case that functions on the higher level of overt displaced knowledge as we act the participants wandering the maze?…’
out of Context;
‘the Spanish word ‘porque’ means “because” or “for” as well as being a rather creative way of saying ‘porky’ with two strong syllables instead of one, ‘poor-kay’, and the word ‘mada’ in Hindu theology/ mythology stands for “pride, stubborn-mindedness”, so it is in this way PorqueMada would mean literally “because of or for pride and stubborn-mindedness”… perhaps some more profound layers of meaning behind this ‘word’, however resides in the fact that it is a gross parody of the name ‘Torquemada’ or Tomas de Torquemada specifically…’
out of Context;
‘the words are constantly losing their meaning as we overuse the myriad variations of clarity in spite of ourselves to the point of disuse, where it becomes rubbish and loses all previous attachment to each meaning one by one as these layers further become a rich topsoil that grows new growth for the meme complex only to be recycled and swing back into reuse with that new flourish or twist materialized the next time through, and it is as though the filtered perceptions of control the looping behavior/ habit happens all over again as much as we might like to think to the contrary to an absolute extreme of denial made possible by the sheltering culture that raises its citizens deprived of actual wisdom instead subservience through the staggered quotes and quips that fill up a brain…’
out of Context;
‘trying to catch up with my one more snail’s pace in the coffin replacing the nails with the mucus again, there’s almost too much vital information scattered around this shit hole meant in the nicest way possible, but will there ever be any room for nicety anymore?… the shit has backed up out of the draining pores as i work to catchup with November of this year as well as all of this month friggin’ day-by-day as fast as i can get the words eating my brain to get the fuck out into open air, curses and blessings aside as this challenge has surpassed my expectations so far as i am without the breath used in keeping myself absolutely entertained what with all in the hell’s hand basket going on out there in the big bad real…’
out of Context;
‘all humanoid lifeforms Here recreating modern reality all the time… the dark side of the psyche takes its time with the need to commit to this scheming try in the game of replicating and synthesizing reality in order to create new worlds from the dead ones, science allows for this feat to take place on this side of the laboratory whether with or without assistance from the others that will take up where you are to leave off once you would escape this mortal coil as we are each a living world in the process of dying while Here in this vessel in the middle of all this cosmic traffic as something big is about to happen wherever we are…’
out of Context;
‘the collective psyche, branding a terrible element of guilt and shame into the phobic subconsciousness that lies just beneath the surface as the real spikes through in manifestation into living breakers of this illusion of an elusive truth under lock-and-key at work against our collected will to be freed, but questions such as what are we captured by and why are we still under the impression that we would have no power when all around us it is exploited by those regarding the mantle of leader as that of the priest… a faithless pederast consuming all available energy only to dispose of the good “product” of this union before it has a chance to heal the birthing wounds that came at a price fixed in the entropic catalysts walking upright like those within the species of humanity…’
out of Context;
‘we can play games with our boredom just as we can play them with our pains or gains or freedoms, this never means that we have to win all of these games because of a heart being in the right place when competition is an acknowledged sport to which rules apply that are to be upheld to a higher standard of quality in athleticism and prowess, but without an absurd notion to burn money… the consumerist plague upon entering into the 22nd century without delay is now pushed forward by the essence of nothing but a remnant presenting itself today as some substitute for ancient ritual long forgotten…’
out of Context;
‘as commented upon by ancient philosophers in their heyday, the elders and their elder gods before reason and logic ruled the land and seas and people, and it is Here with forgotten deities that the power of the fish came to symbolize an archaic enlightenment that does not make an appearance to all people… some people would rather have their lives insulted or assaulted by their “gods” as they are humbly below such creatures, but as both agent and content of a myth in progress we can divine a better destiny for a future present…’
out of Context;
‘our wasted lip service to speak truth in a brutal way, and we may not like hearing what the outside perspectives are saying even as their words are thrown away like the debris in the streets to be scattered among the rest of us Here trying to make a personal retreat through the bullshit that more become too tired to refuse the burdens shifting… we sit in a womb state where those just waiting to be opened up to the real seed of enlightenment leads to experiencing the unique rich whole of what the world has too often in its diversity working to complete the cycle of transitioning states that the chemical mind and the emotional body are constantly regulating between forces and finite things into a manure-like mush that grows whatever it likes…’