out of Context;
‘something cthonic, even with hideous ideas of cosmic evil that Lovecraft unleashed into the grand subconscious stream when using the adjective, comes from the dark unknown underneath which it was erringly changed to mean the depths of the sea at first perhaps before the outer space was a reference last… the hive demonic intelligence is our own at one end of the spectrum, related to the hive mind of the human animal that pushes us out so many clones in line with varying directions of motion throughout our lives on this planet, and yet no matter how we might beseech the system it will not yield to our frequent harangues for argument…’
out of Context;
‘”contributions” are mild and ingenuous in the real range of human equality that most people have cast aside because of the acts of people we are fooled into trusting implicitly, the lobbyists in brain-Washing-ton DC throw money at the conspiratorial forces to make concrete their works to subdue humanity for more a profitable action with their rallying chanting evoking the violence of evil tailor-made to express the hatred for all things humane… how can we live with ourselves at this very critical juncture?… we treat each other like shit and burnt almonds in the space between awkward moments and dedicated focus, something few people can ever realize because of the vague statement “this is how the world works”…’
out of Context;
‘the little boy inside of me is frightened by the lecherous adult that lives on the outside of this carcass, the externalized series of lessons mush the body into these forms that shift as appropriate to adapt under stress and duress of duty, and to defy privileged attacks from the insulted cowards in their ivory towers to whom thoughts of joy and happiness are merely fodder for more instances of rape and plunder… our faces drawn from the ancient gallery of names and lords, where truth varnishes the soiled steel of the martyr’s death that springs forth in monumental glory of idols, but the vanquished edge of the brink as exiled by human moral codes does not care for the false words of hope generated like meaningless marketing campaigns destined for the toilet of the future…’
out of Context;
‘like prowling leather-bound books in our gear and glossy threads, letting no one unworthy into this head that wears out terms by ritual turns as the world remains unsettled as yet, but the molten sphere underneath our feet burns through our literal-minded pages printed and typed on machines of electric fire and forgot by hands without thought… wandering clouded as warped systems of government attempt to control a mortal fate with far-voyaging fingers that parade as agents of change not hate as so many other systems have burnt themselves out blank before getting to this current paradigm shifting like tectonic plates at the well of the world…’
out of Context;
‘the capitalist pack mentality has killed too many that have not complied to the standards set forth by the authorities, but too many of us disguise our will through helplessness taken to intense extremes… this brings me to my own plight as the human animal i realize that i am, but there is an exaggerated gap between my mind and body, even as i realize as well that this is merely perceptual… i have a high respect for the imaginary arts that fuel work in more than the written word, all symbols that wield powers Here but from the vantage point of the unreal behind what is tangible in this real time, and we freely blend our existences from both realities… the literal and the false all have a point of entry to this plane…’
out of Context;
‘it is necessary to use these words we have chosen to say more than can be easily expressed… we have a difficult task to try and make our challenges worthwhile in the same breath as being willing to challenge our unconscious resistance to understanding, but still cannot merely put all of our energy into one avenue of thought or conceptualization because that leaves too much beyond the doorway to scare us into submission… we must have no fear when trying to complete this quizzing reality each before us… the puzzles presented are the abstraction of ancient history, and we have need of our observant guides from within before the civilization becomes caustic as another dark experiment in space, but how to pay attention properly to their words?…’
out of Context;
‘the pieces are there whether obscured or otherwise because the other people have put them in the way like obstacles as they have lived and died together, the energy recycles and stirs the rest of this cosmic stew, and we all eat from this guesspool of proteins and protons in real-time space… we speak of small miracles to submit to a truth beyond ourselves, beyond our frequency to realize honestly among the liars that surround and defile that calloused witness through the lifetimes of experience acting as layers of atmosphere that gets tighter as we allow ourselves to choose and be chosen Here…’
out of Context;
‘taking twisted joy from implanting ideas into the minds of the enfeebled, the freedom to swing a mood around, and dictate what another person does is totally unbelievable but true to a certain extent… the entertainment masters vie for control, and make deals and layers of complex intrigue, with the ones whom feel the most inclined to lead their people astray for any profitable means of selfish employ possible…’
out of Context;
‘the sluggish inner dimension blown wide open for the furnace chamber it is, the heart centered at the top of the ribs, and the pulse a dead beat rising in rhyme to the reason twisting the corpse alive… the labyrinthine threads through which the needle eye accepts only a few, the straws that break the camel’s back, and your mother becomes suddenly struck awake and alive as well… up through that rotted birth canal which we all jettison through, the womb has no other choice than to obey the fist, this the where the creative purge comes in handy, so-to-speak… the Slow Children are not necessarily retarded children, but merely socially unacceptable mental cases to some degree, this is the haunting realism to the situation currently prescribed the vacant mind through a spastic reflex media…’
out of Context;
‘humans seem to be the ‘just-right’ blank to copy all kinds of data, and to put into instrumentation those tactics that can be gleaned from what experience teaches us in our individual respects and flavors of the weak… a strength crippled like any other so as to make us equals indeed…’