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‘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…’
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…’
out of Context;
‘essentially determined to affect the world, and our dreams from inside this forever lived as experiential information save condemned to flesh out this dimension comparable to the stray ant farm metaphor so true as we anthropomorphize on into the sunset-lit horizons that mark the end of days gone by looking out and forward… sometimes sunshine blind by the customs that do bury our human tribe alive as we take on these traits further than death will measure…’
out of Context;
‘the objective goal has breached an obnoxious attention to detail?… so many alternate sides to argue the rippling reflections upon guilty feelings and repentant repercussion flex as side effect of this grand human domestication system wet networked naturally organically flowing together whether through opposition or assimilation, there is an atmosphere at work Here in a bubble churning up to the surface dynamically surging as innovators and tyrants are raised to levels of encoded programming performing for us in our moments of mad weakness…’
out of Context;
‘beyond the cusp as a youth hostage facing toward terrible truths, we always yearn to know more whether through feelings of guilt or curiosity makes no difference as the innocent inner child stays intact questioning all throughout what most of the growing pains are all about in becoming the idealized version of ourselves at the adult stages, but not all the spotlights will shine upon these actions living on a fringe peripherally as the egocentric mind hovers above these trivial statements of fact that no one wants to hear straight ahead but in a rigged entertaining method to sway public opinion distracted… inspired by the subconscious fray we all find ourselves within…’
out of Context;
‘to appease the pyramid scheme on high in those ivory tower hideaways with special security and monitoring to make sure there is never to be any unwanted intruders… we are subjected to claims that nothing is as it seems and less than ten percent of the visible spectrum can be seen by the naked eye looking into the screen with the same dire serious lies that only opportunistic selfish fools can ascribe to their lives as liars live and die out as do all of us in time…’
out of Context;
‘constipated institutions which work even worse than the outside because of all the rules in reverse pressing against us and our resistance against that wrecked of an ideology, but still we move on and give of ourselves to the others that appear worthy the gifts of human interaction as we have come to know it in this distract rear view of the good old days when there was never any need to be this hostile or suspicious of fellow humans in motion doing whatever it is they choose to do in their own time which is none of our business personally… but somehow worms and maggots will edge their way in where they do not belong to try whittling information from the wilted choices of word that people in their weakness and vulnerable states falter attempting…’
out of Context;
‘inflicted with these conflicted beings in motion uttering nothing but broken words that cater like a hammer striking to the back of the head trying to knock some sense into the brainpan as only humans can, be ignorant to each other and reap the fruits sewn by these obnoxious actions as only the evils within could manage while the ideal you is tasked away with other oppressions pressured by the rest to wash and drain the stained marks from sight, but it would be nice if we could actually listen to each other even though no one seems capable of anything but doing whatever they can desire to make happen whether that conflicts with the others or not… we may wish for so much that it seems as though only nothing can satisfy the inner eye…’
out of Context;
‘unknown to the witness… the cattle rattle death and breathe their last for the impudent sacrifice to avarice and risk to alter fate with their lives in as tormented a wait for the chopping block as the weight of a grisly ritual takes place, but how far is it that we are removed from this slaughter as caustic disco in which we have caught ourselves in a danse macabre much too late after throwing up our hands awaiting for some thrill ride to take place, the thrill of a moving from one reality into another on a path which none may ever follow into the abyss as recycling of souls…’
out of Context;
‘the cycles have guided us toward the atmosphere Here, but it is as the skin is finally being pulled up over the bones for a fashionable birth that reality ultimately gives way to the newest of arrivals as space and time warp to allow this entrance to occur… a breach of screeching winnowing outward projection easily it teases doubts where none but confidence in total were steel mantras pushing this forward momentum to further reinforce hoping for the nude beginning again, and it is these layers leading to trial and err that speech staggers along in the wake of a futile explanation for anything but abstraction describing of action made to control and fasten the next thing to the next one in line dropping out of the same chutes as the rest of us, rebelling…’