‘…systems already in place to reinforce the new world turd reich fascist regime trying to fatalistically overthrow what little charity that is observed from that automatically civil standpoints getting abused or walked upon because of being confused for doormats Here, weak people whose attempting to get their revenge out of spite liberating the people with hatred and mayhem invested to cloud those thoughts of truly baseline simple people even those whom have the animosity to claim being better off than anyone else without fearing some snap back from the peanut gallery Here tossing off vomiting their lunch onto the world stage wretches wretched raining what appears at first as water but does it quench thirst before it sickens the drinker quicker and quicker until released from the trapped organic maze we feel inside…’ – out of Context
‘…torment distinctly expressed as fantastic riddles synchronous with all the various phrases for the catechumen questions of life to a catechist acting as catalyst to initiation atomized and condensed down to essential oils with which we anoint ourselves in the passion thus released by the freeing our spirits… but not all teachings are squeaky clean instead not being for the squeamish characterize the bad things occurring most frequently as ways to traumatize youth via arcane rites of passage whose grotesque practices yield ghastly yet offensive outcomes figured then as predictable for resulting in the personal choice of abstinental orthodox preaching on upon god luck and good speed handed out as communion to initialize radioactive retrospecting mind virus wiping us pure from the mind side out keyed to comfort zones in our brains like switches attached…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…let loose into strange worlds of potential interpretation critical in affecting ideas as crops to harvest are yielded once the time comes and perhaps wrong is perceived as less wicked and interdependently incorporates into whatever the further process of this humanity is Here finding small strands of absolutes not truth conjoined loose to thread together healing the cosmic tapestry that created us and our little worldviews to move, data in jigsaw patterns of puzzle confusing sets of exclusive content from genuine reality closed captured for the hero impaired where villainy is rife in this berg becoming burger devoured by masses of hungry denizens ready to lay eggs en masse so rapacious in this natural order forcing others out of the way top breaking the other over under doesn’t matter when the stakes are so high…’
‘…never adding up the evidence only moving forward in this desert of the real to get to exploit all benefits of the next oasis until repeated patterns so wrongly submits sanctuary gone to conquering will, transmission of guilt through the genealogy as much the disease and foulness that clings with obvious vicious stink that wafts to prevent communication with scent and magnificently horrendous odor trailing wherever the blood moves you as a dirty nomad shuffling distances refusing madness to possess and manipulate your deprivation in order to use your emotions against you through abnormal pressures being cooked out of you or me for that matter as we whom attempt to recycle these confused and abused terms of service stated very technically even if the awareness of how to use the technology is limited by acceptance…’ – out of Context
‘…statistical properties to denote we are close to what clear phases we were searching for while accumulating patterns routine and healed functional damage to manage subtle sleeping attraction and repulsion minding business as caged by working overtime awake and dreaming these casual containers of emotions that Sartre described hell as being held captive awaiting judgments as though doom sentences creeping with no one on hand to punish you just lingering shame what ones become deceased by their own hand for what has been done yet survivors’ guilt anchors those left behind fascinated by the scene provoked, immersive memories catalogued through our senses representing ghosts subjected to idiot appeals barging-in mutual dismay of assured dysfunction Here thinking strongly of the difference between shamanic persons in touch with real spiritual energy seeking resolution…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…extremism finding a foothold within the social structure established leaving us to fend for ourselves once questions remain unanswered and stay that way under many variations of compromising circumstance becoming the resulting natural anomalies experienced and played out changing throughout the ages as they pass and the people interpreting what this struggle means inside one piece of a larger tapestry depicting the dynamic universe constantly transmuting itself… imagining these words are becoming merely sounds without symbol or signal attached rhythm rhyme and reason reverberating through the ether of space and time coalescing from energies with unknown terrestrial sources powering this vessel of raw pieces and parts of a puzzle larger than any one person has clues getting us attached to suffering so deeply we cannot fathom any systems without this challenge…’
out of Context – ‘…system stirring up entrapment for another generative sequence fascinated effect with all the variables in action circulating energy and substance cosmologically as contained in various boxes reinforced so they do not break thus letting loose change and stochastic process setting mutating patterns in motion as though they could never stop and have always been with this liminal caption of the cosmos constantly reproducing beginners, the machinery and its mission we have called nature for centuries relying on the assumption of an anthropomorphic feminine energy whose fury we have had to contend with those who deem themselves winners and conquerors of human shapes and civilizations with questionable civility until timelines recombined onto this planet assumed unplanned as we see stretches far beyond before us as much as after us appealing to forces within our vicinity…’
out of Context – ‘..for the conceptual perfection, unique civilized take generally idolizing people speaking on matters one has no prior knowledge forcing reliance upon improvisations to adequately complete the narrative everyone wants to be true for themselves lodged Here in the nitty-gritty that reality proffers equally to everyone accumulating clutter specific to this continuum comprised of consumers consummating their obsessive relationship to their goods rather than facing their gods with confidence of overcoming the odds stacked up against us resonating with underdog fashion one-in-a-million lottery whose bread and circus stakes are high and clustered together then depressive downward swing adapting if no one pays any real attention, circumstances as glimmers of hope gone now milky and matted sheen as the eye who cannot see gone cataract uncorrected guinea pig self experiment…’
‘…parts of us crawling out for answers terminal vileness sprawling through our guts at this juncture of time and space no work to disgrace the previous steps taken moved forward appreciating the value of principles that come with this continuum churning loose constant revisions and changes putting us as a whole in a precarious position Here, leashing derision to something other than oblivion and its darkest tendrils arising from human attempts to outdo the last horrible atrocity that anyone can remember as these terrible things and issues get pivoted upon an axis of evil through human intervention done the wrong way around circulating madness and raw tensions swirling into the air infesting tainted emotions with profusely losing command over oneself while trying to remedy uncertainty in all manners of compromising situations complex and overwhelming messages…’ – out of Context
‘…your feet keep on walking urging to live but asking to die louder than hoped while doped up and choking on your own cock auto-erotic asphyxiation killed the rooster controlling the horizontal and vertical tickling the balls of eye to get climaxing out the cards for necessary goods and servicing from local escorts resorting last perhaps there are sex parlor or parkour workers on poles that strip themselves willingly of dignity obsessed with getting it on like everybody else, that is armageddon roof of the world until heaven or your guts my friends heave out everything chunky comes as capable of resolutions the only organ supporting this nuclear vitriol and whatever knots the stomach robbing us of life the vomit of gods at that vital freezing moment in time and place Here suddenly tragic…’ – out of Context