out of Context;
‘as if this could excuse the behavior that throttles the human spirit with other spirits that do not tread so wisely as the human remains vessel for the other mutinous dogs on this ship of fools we are timidly traveling within, intoxicated with desire and need and want as we bleed for truth in this culture searching for an ideal monotrauma as though in some single violent awake synchronicity as the act which will somehow speed us toward a unified enlightening of thought or body or control of the soulless commodity passed out like candy…’
out of Context;
‘we sense little other real potential upon the periphery, these cultural blinders put into place to educate on disgrace and the state of what happens when bad people get in line with the good sights we cater to only to find that they were never the way we once originally had perceived them to be, but even these painful truths and false smiling faces cannot take the sting from reality as we have had allowed it to begin spinning sophomoric glee and hostility like a Tesla coil’s shining lightning with a child’s rage….blindly…’
out of Context;
‘i propose the terms “cowardly” and “courageous” to now signify negative and positive in human speech respectively, and more so reflectively to allow our conscious minds to breathe when there is already more than enough of these cluttered points gathered together at this razor’s edge of thought space, it is where anything and everything can foment a reality from the ethers of nothing as we might perceive to “know” them with our scholarly senses at work…’
‘… not developed enough to remember the first time through as the odd cycle circles around back again… more or less to attempt testing the mettle of the participating energies as individuated substances which have the potential to at times transmogrify one into the many creatures that crawl the face of this heathen incubation, where the social distortion takes shape…’
out of Context;
‘the map out of this complex phase has been built by hands that weave the differing truths complimenting stark contrast against the unforgiving masses engorged on the wars and blood of their brethren as we starve to make a home out of survival… a revival of the passionate pleas crying for satisfaction from the rogue lovers whose goals are only to achieve an idea of status as quoted in this day and age of sovereign debt and high dark arts of manipulation made manifest…’
out of Context;
‘choking on the seeds of the eras left behind by those cruel and unusual pushed around for the sake of keeping the winning argument forced upon the majority… a synthesis of all these factors and more is what we call ‘soul’, sleeping like a ghost as it trots through progress upon a high horse like a trojan decoy made to look and feel like the way it is supposed to be subtly shaping our thoughts in ways inconceivable to those not there to witness…’
out of Context;
‘the victim gets better, if this were a spiritual toxin flowing through the system would it be so easily eradicated just by sucking on the right hole afflicting whatever the human thinks as truth getting deeply embedded in those personal neural networks that carry the signal far from the conscious struggle known nowadays as ‘reality’… a holographic trace that can link and store within this saturated brain of flesh and fluid locked inside our heads whatever we think bound with feeling and qualities of depth which are not so easily raced back to their sources, the tangents that drift between moment and memory…’
out of Context;
‘the larger conscious swing of polarities constantly adapting that raw power of true knowledge to this animal world, but a savage emotional undertow curling spirits and souls of all forms into the works of fluctuating particulate realistic and within a material universe where multitudinous are neural varieties all channeling energy to and from multiple other parallel organic networks and levels of circuits within the use of the overall system… we are defined as human clone always searching for an oblivious projection of perfection to last the ages as some symbol of reality to be guided and carved by the chosen artisans behind the dark curtains of secret ritual, in the personal performance acting as the counter-balance to false modes of wisdom which twist and worm through the brains of men working the human electric devil…’
out of Context;
‘this too is an illusion to face on the daily repetition of events… stooped over staring with a dead-eyed blankness to the face, the silence being the perfect time to provoke the secret feelings to overwhelm the sensual part of the soul stirring inside the chamber of the human heart as lust and love become one and the same thing, but there is already traditions of social consequence upheld by the general law as gravity of some morally responsible but ambiguous consciousness as weighty as the mythic gods over our heads built upon by various layers of human thought and need for authority…’
out of Context;
‘that shell will turn and walk away as the rude personal signs of the ignorant are displayed… weak curses that sit on delay then laugh as their own idea of truth becomes the vicar or pastor or rabbi whatever the case may be when warping the implicit trust in honor and good faith sends strange oppositional signals toward those whose idea of faith needs no constant reinforcement nor personal displays of overwhelming righteousness…’