out of Context;
‘the Man that tries to control his own destiny perhaps tries to dam up the river that needs to flow as the better metaphor to give when all else seems fake… the strange deprivation of time and space that dissociation from local area gives you after the intoxication wears through enough to allow clarity of vision in the age of gruesome decisions made by real versions of evil that take the game of life too far to be understood through their cruel eye for pain and oblivion made flesh, where these trained dogs render the wounds upon the human as stain to be somehow seriously addressed by a system that cannot handle itself as it proposed it could back when there were actual patriots and not simply some act or provision…’
out of Context;
‘leaders arose because people were easily fooled into being lead by charming soldiers perhaps with nothing other than some thoughts of glory in their heads, but the schemes became more complicated as more interests came into the picture varying the full perspective by many leaps beyond pure functionality as cold and precise measures of wealth became that weight most able to bend around the balance one awful direction over the other as the bi-partisan system reckless and debauched were born… we see men, women and children often without thinking about agendas, or of what influence this interaction is going to have on my life even as we mature to find out how different it is than from what it appears to be…’
out of Context;
‘a minimum wage to keep the fat cats floating high on their ideas of untouchable glory as they fail to realize that the labor force has become a tougher grouping than one could ever just slip further away from without any notice from an angry juxtaposition of human forces becoming real enough to damage the current of sedative consensus at work within corrosive conformity begging for a corrosion to conformity in this example, today we meet the barriers facing that full frontal direction to bear the brunt of the inescapable destiny condensing right before our very eyes awake as the scenery finally begins to change revealing an acceptable forum for leadership and plain-spoken community adapted to this crazy insecurity jerking around the regular people like you or me into place by our unquantified potential…’
out of Context;
‘diabolical individuals making myths cheaper by the dozen as humanity begins to harass cross the line of mediocrity hidden inside skin too thickened by years of wasted hatred for oneself and others by will of the systemic infection that trains us to be just as much like itself, and it is this parasite that most of us remain for the adulthood after teenage years motivated by dread of the on-coming future needs and wants as yet unrealized through the obtuse head that slowly puts together experiences with memory into action which inevitably lead to more experiences like a looping pattern similar to a synthesized beat pounding repetitive and fast perhaps in the primal bedrock of the dance floor… where millions of thousands of years and people have dared to speak with their frame instead of their words…’
out of Context;
‘in the small town freak out for teenage things to either crawl out and tip cows in redneck glory or make fun of those people… there are those who walk the line between extremes who can be considered magical or lucky or blessed whatever your terms may apply, but these individuals are actually experiencing life in the gray area where it actually exists instead of either high or low ideal reality seems to represent through actions of others, that multiple balancing dualistic fringes exist at all shouldn’t be surprising as though money were blood running blindly underneath the crumbling lands we all dwell over when rage at thought for the future could ever be so easily set into place with any accurate precision from the world below… epic mystery that this holograph contains…’
out of Context;
‘we subject the rest of the populace to the momentous climate transformations that may just condemn our species to rust and death by the end… showing us the “human” face to further the building of some insidious trust that possesses no genuine emotion connecting to each other while behind our backs they play the same ‘kill-or-be-killed’ survival game this protean species has already grown beyond, held back by illogical and impermanent ideas that are more than a couple decades old of infinite growth for finite creatures, and it is this primitive hive mind of the animal humanity that keeps trying to reestablish itself in order to infect control among the entirety of the world population as organic robots moving ants inside of the most organized colony possible…’
out of Context;
‘a horizon we may never reach from this centered perspective filled with all the shapes and symbols necessary to stage an escape sooner than later from this watery grave, the dreams get recycled when they cease to live up to the lightness of being which brings their essence in contact with the gravity to this realm perhaps, and the confrontation with matter knocks us to some primal state where our suffering and triumph on the individual level registers in that spiritual space that reflects our progress and learning in some cases revealing that selfish and courageous urge to rise above the muck and the grunge that falls onto those of us who are many bearing the burden for the few that have the time to sort their plans…’
out of Context;
‘revolutionaries were kicked out for their romantic ideals of leadership and it became a job for someone like us… someone easily distracted by promises of higher power and better money as the system is now built to reward these attitudes most of all these days as oil and labor are in dire circumstances while moods run the gamut back and forth reflecting the indecisive nature innate within the qualities of the ‘human being’ who merely seems to take what is handed to them and will expect that from now on, there are devices used against us which only serve the purposes of those who know nothing but that most miserable urge awaiting in eager expectation of the proper respect the most truly deserving never get served…’
out of Context;
‘the Robot gets hungry and cries out at the unforgiving work load that each one of us has to carry around until death or debt relieve this experiential burden committing itself to the living vessel bequeathed from birth as this single elemental authoritative weight, and never letting up pressure as everyone must allow the chains and anchors to force those loyal to the body into a stooping posture as a means to track us easier for the general managers abuse our static time and money and royalties used against us on proposed efficiency of more and better profits… on a trail more esoteric perhaps, we are bought and spent before before the work is even done as we squish closer together in proximity…’
out of Context;
‘digested by the world around us… urban or rural, inside or outside the Hub, where do you want to be when you grow up?… feminine energy wants to interrelate with others while masculine energies want to penetrate these trivial matters, but the tiny televised voice deep down informs us to feel guilty over questioning the authority of the corporate lords of aMerika whose systems have allowed for the diffusion of accountability over numerous faceless people like the selves we never know personally… some trick of the mythos somewhere lifelike but unaware as human beings except for the rare few that can make a handful last for days as they get around the world learning useful moves that will one day win the war in for one way or another…’