‘…figures finishing the deception with flare while their victims will howl the bloody curses bearing the names in balefire foreskin oozing milky way cesspool discharges amid the galactose-intolerant creatures this side of a galaxy spreading gods’ vomit all over the seats and interior to the point our heads bust open for relief from the pus and pressures of adulterated mess becoming sentient all while dressed up as another random bureaucrat conforming to line and keeping branes wet, psycho pomp and circumstance has placed us all Here where we jerk and jive with almost all the rest of the puppetry swing set while those few enjoy the remote view from someplace we are not kept because of how we react to facing our captors, getting mean and nasty…’ – out of Context
‘…the deals of random cause and effect affected adversely like Schrodinger’s cat by the observer, but alive or dead is never an end merely the separation or divorce perhaps from the infinite physical intoxicated states that can decay and displace what lies underneath the surface facade that slowly erodes away as features melt or fade… and yet on a whim of displayed conformity to the status quo to straddle the comfort zone the edged sword we must figure out a way to step from the sheltered insanity of a solely dependent feature, that provided for safety net made to question whether truly safe without a solidarity of the family unit may not mean stable no matter what horseplay goes down around a home if no guidance stays warding away ill winds that savor the negativity…’ – out of Context.
out of Context -‘…i started writing all this material to begin with as a challenge not an obstacle to aid in the personal evolution that each of us enters into without knowing how or what the journey entails, and whose entrails have come one-eighty degrees for me so the stagnancy ends now as i begin to wage a battle with myself and nature and words and whatever powerful series of forces influences my decisions to accept the renewed challenge starting next month to write and publish my thoughts or poetry or whatever stories i have to share with what little audience i really have in the Out There for what i hope will go further than a year of this consistent practice making me better mind body and soul…’
out of Context;
‘tormented by the processing posture that this catalytic machismo pretends to protect when only self-interest applies for these razor-sharp wits a little bit estranged by mistreatment from anyone else wishing to appease these stoic stooges at random intervals of time and space as opens for another of those somber shaken moments masochistically beating one’s self up with emotional stress taken too far, the hollow head echoes the emptiness within hardly a relevant thing left to say superficially swallowing the shallow placebo pills pushed onto our psychoses through doses cutting ourselves off at the mouth and either of hundreds of possible worse case scenarios in which failure and betrayal are the only options…’
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‘inside mothers’ tomb of roiling sloughing skein of fluid disengaging us from stage one of the experimental foray into birth as primal humanity borne of happenstance and causality blending in formulaic brew the distinctive parts and traits of ancestry involved, the peak of human civilization attempting everything there is to cross thresholds bounded only by spirits that have lost their flavor for helping handouts in missionary position postulating the end of this perspective pushing boundaries tempting taboos lifting witnessed only by a few shagging on the carpet scraping enough to gather burns and fleas from dicks in pussies naked asses swaying exempted from by square few too tightly wound to prepare for orgiastic proportions of blood sweat and tears grinding pelvises through years of experiential exchange drifting between partners parting company…’
out of Context;
‘hidden weapon relying on arts subversion and misinformation to thoroughly antagonize the opponent into a shallow grave, but a naive fool has steadied out at the cliff’s sharp edge holding against the lemming thrust off a potential kinetic drop raining sinister acidic molting as the past carapace in this larval mission is cast forth as though another altogether burned by the furnace fusing the parts once more…’
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‘ to get a better deal from any ready sell-o-crat machine trying the repetition programming of the political domestication in authority Here where times we tread are limited while the ride is in service, an eye towards the distance hoping to bridge all gaps between an anything could happen as much the suspension of disbelief as once slackjaw to a sleight of hand handed down generation…’
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‘no drift or lift that drags us sometimes by the bootheels to walk in and talk in jagged tangents and jargon as they manifest individuality a zygote-to-be on the way to bring the human back to humanity where magic we are as keystone to working our will as we wish it if allowed crucial support at our most formative periods fueling the inspirations held so dearly sometimes obtusely angled into focusing in from realms inedible and all-too-pretentious to handle with a necessary care or consistency that requires us to be there accountable and responsible…’
out of Context;
‘the line where all our failures need to be remembered in order that they may stay lessons with layers able to be understood by the ones who may find the patterns of challenge inside the puzzling ranges of vital possibilities life has slung us into bewildering many of us further than simply one deranged step away from crazy but off into another dimensional version of the realities we already see as truths amplified all around us certain of our certainty tainting our already biased perception…’
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‘need as a savage shaman bringing tales to the rest of the tribe in order to share the responsibility of experience as the information requires them to translate those ideas so others may practice understanding more fully developed over many lives… disposable and chronic dysfunctionally mass mentality degraded by leaps and bounds as futile set of faiths bind us to places we may not want to be forced to chastise ourselves while clinging to poor motivational tools warped to the status quo…’