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the Ghost in the Cuisine

out of Context;
‘to wield change for enlightenment like scripture of feats to socially assume the roles we play to fit like twelve ignorant apostles seated around your jesus christ waiting to die while the depicted supper seems to last forever… questioning whether we can ever make respectful appeal to the spirits that lurk just inside of what we consider ‘food’ no matter how diverse and strange the range may be to those who don’t give even a second thought to or respect for the novel flavors just outside of the experience gained to be retained and savored…’




Tres Campesinos

out of Context;
‘we rely upon information flowing subtly throughout either or both the conceptual and material interminably linked in a process of experiencing itself for more than just the machine-made archetypal mechanical dreams… pulling the irrelevant items away like weeds from the hidden potential confused as dark matter or energy charging these manifestations around us, digging up the treasures from this raw earth as independent peasants paying their way out of the countryside set as ignorant heathens whose fealty is let loose to overpopulate this a feral world, and taking over the future…’




Condemnity Clause

out of Context;
‘this ebb and flow and hustle, a social sting while subtly catering to whims diseased henchmen without a hunch to deduce the clues beyond a surface inquiry that reveals nothing to ones oblivious to swirling depths of reality shifting in a careful stride back and forth clearly perturbed by the state as it is so unlike the doctors with their medical suits to practice… the human animal as the foreigner who sometimes replaces their fears and problems as the Other when we have chosen to think negatively about who we are in ways that do not flatter our importance as powerful beings…’




in the ContinuWomb

out of Context;
‘we can mutate and shift the paradigm in the scope of personal challenges as they precede and succeed where we might have failed before Now… the seeds of love are constantly spread but in some of those same totalitarian doses as ignorance passed down from generation to generation among this captive a civilization moving through dreams, devouring nightmares that evoke obstacles in waking life, and to fall back to sleep invigorated by a sense of self that permeates the human cosmic whole in belabored attempting to right the wrongs while committing many further harms yet still to society as a whole…’




the Caustic Gnostic

out of Context;
‘these distracted wretches as they move from one state to another when passing over… showering us with ideas of golden glories made epic myths with which to try following for most of our lives in lies sinking in up to our fat heads until the stinking corpse floats ashore caught in the webbing and the exploiting nets of those frequently delving into the abyss for facts as gems, there are many systems of value to utilize when questing for spiritual truth as individual pursuits…’




this Kulture counter to Culture

out of Context;
‘our history left spinning, but multiple senses are excluded by the powers being that they see nothing but the greed and their own biased values in a sea of lies and duplicity ruling out the truth for profits excused by a toxic drama and an embargo on emotional evolution in use as bargaining chip in a manipulation of the masses… to make those out as taking drastic measures overstepping casual boundaries presented by a few that have alternate plans for exploiting a treasure, pulled from these cold dead hands of the fundamentalist fiends who claim a righteous knowledge of what is better…’




Cheese as Christ and the Drama Embargo

out of Context;
‘impediment from those pedophiliac agent provocateurs whose worship of the torment of the innocents Here are proof that we come from a savage and comfort-less society as a collective of traits passed down through the trenches of time and space, all of the outside aspects whether reptilian or some alien species whose true name will remain unknown specifically until humanity has caught up with the respective genetic lines transmitting all shades of truthful valence, and then to be left deciding to wallow in our crusades toward pleasure and desire more than truth-seeking reinforcing whatever we have left of a ‘greater good’ to shine as a light…’




that Mystical Charisma

out of Context;
‘those congested trivialized tidbits of information at our fingertips typed away into a beginning as a digital culture… we know not what future beings we shall become to appear as though we will shed the human chrysalis if we choose the right steps that shimmy in place in front of us as aligned to change reality for the truly better instead of worse than it is in the Now as it all distorts our perceptions, a selfish glory possessed by a sorting out of others’ messes for them without evaluating one’s own mistakes and karmic debt traveling through the rough draft we all try to catch in our own ways…’




metonymy

out of Context;
‘left to our own devices to understand the old universe in its’ immensity as it utterly shifts with internal change ever-constantly to shape us and the progress of life and consciousness on more than just our world, and i see the name i was born into with the parental clones manipulating sets of genes they’ve both worn out their welcome to control as juvenile rebellion pushes me to show them just how much i am not like their flawed beliefs or perceptions by taking a new name and making those decisions that reveal a grown child still buried under whatever expectations adulthood has made sane to us…’




in Heaven’s Crate

out of Context;
‘atrophy of soul expressed by the opportunists striking out and lashing down the pieces of dream that got them where they are now in the first place, and thinking as though we are the first last and always of this dimension even when working this beast is the creepiest ride ever wrapped in soft wet leather as the blood washes through our veins flooding again and again, and warping the “wood” that has made up this fragile shipping crate, meant for more destinations than even we can explain…’