‘…selectively benefiting shadow interests invested to ensure bad outcomes where there can only be their rules and regulations managed however they wish as long as fortune continues absolving those raping the earth and its children disassembling nature with destruction and assimilation for trinketed pleasure-seeking lifestyles while remnants upon this heathen earth, infested by invasive ways within most the core principle Here similar to others dissecting resources for exacting personal gains soon overfilled such decadent miscreants faith with vile sewage thrust forward hopefully others will process this garbage more so as servants than the humans being people required to fulfill tasks keeping the daily structures in motion or else they collapse the functional wave of endeavor back to primeval stages where we could be so easily provoked into killing each other…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…fangs sunk knee deep into whatever this desert of the real for creatures of the wheel happens to actually be as we begin this life to some as pets attempting to learn more than they should after certain ages are reached living aspects keeping us from knowledge and experience is something asserted to try and define discipline of self somewhat better than when last we caught up with our miscible collections of personal heroes, or villains whichever the case may be whom are ready to act as archetypes initiating one into the practice of mystic rites to mythic deities searching for personal forms of divinity Here upon the heathen earth constantly recycling soil dirty with our worth grown from being torn from either natural plant or animal parameters to become and evolve as conscious creatures…’
‘…stage reached by all as dancers is called mainstream once everyone is squared up and ready to jive this social macabre frenzy loose grabbing partners the wrong way around aching to dance like the rest of those lunatic squares dancing in exotic locales romanticizing the past in its livid archaic bliss of ignorance promoting elder culture ideas when the mystery shrouds all our years of youth to one day be adopted by the hedge maze grave amnesia wandering unleashed and drifting as ghostly remnant amidst the renaissance of resistance or renaissistance that we are currently electrified to live, decadent through deprivation within broad auspices of modernity and their nemeses acting as competitive enemies by written words alone shaping our needs for us extensively offensive message Here the echoes from a distant past resisting personal freedom…’ – out of Context
‘…multiple descriptions to allow for there to be patterns capable of adapting to unstable fragments of polarized humanity without having to strike out as though enemies are everywhere you look but this isn’t true, it becomes that strange something else just barely out of range of describable essence babbling on out of turn and timing with the rest of us trying our best to be synchronous to confess ourselves honestly as we spin spin spiraling down and out minus the manifestations we wish to witness until we finalize the way back home to our source particular to who we believe we are in Here injured and injuring others at constant rates razing hell while still able to move in some essence asking for the shit to come down soaking my wounds in lemon juice…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…with emotional energies unable to describe accurately though not so easily dismissed either when forcing the hand of discovery and innovation as vital industry turns to require technology, advancing what we thought we know further through expectation and speculation into artifact not fictional content elaborating upon cryptic nuance within the deep range of sensitive materials in fluctuating volatile states of being doing death and rebirth in colloquially casual communication when conversation contains pregnant pauses in order to thoughtfully dissect that aspect to everything which remains unfinished if only temporarily Here switching text as code folding corporeal traces deduced conclusion reasons romantic censure varied oblong signals of attraction and repulsion looping a drained magnetism sustained from our characters of common mistake replaced by ideal caesura…’
out of Context – ‘…where better people should be working to advance the quality of life while still living in it as real time manifestations nervously breaking through to great disturbance in the forces surrounding us and our steady pursuits… trying to move through moot miasma dense with these collected dreads and fears advancing far further as these metastasize through society and culture infectiously traveling between us all given enough time lapse singular signals moving distinctly about sorting through the sands of time perhaps picturing each crystal in its finite size actually larger enough to fit many things into a physical memory in this instance each batch of memories contained in a brain equals a grain without doubt occurring with some glitches where erratic charge ends up working against that grain of this world to disastrous result…’
out of Context – ‘…at the drop of a fauc drip or feathers Here we drift with fire sale tossing everything out water torture gasoline of the mouth can make it seem so severe even if you don’t hear the words having no fight for the ride Here, over time it collects into respectful demeanor because the hustles we decide have value acting as addictive travels through the nethersphere we might think of as our worst sides dissected by academics whom then exploit every chance to take on command with parental permission who is not the state awarding custody like a trophy if we have no one on our side sometimes unaware who really gets the benefit from those checks cashed to give kids a chance to survival before the light snuffs out dead in all of us…’
out of Context – ‘…a curse betraying their presence perhaps similar as to midas touch turned douche fingers, golden gods kill those they are attracted to thinking that love could be so easily attained by idiots who encapsulate raw doses of grotesque pain that it personally makes me weep trying to control the inner narrative without fail yet conscious suspension of disbelief or even belief for that matter in something supreme without attaching harmful eccentricity extremely unnerving regular bystanders who all have their own ideals of a mission to accomplish Here though often we are left to assume supervision for ourselves once we are able to command a reliable presence devoid of harsh wisecracks at the corporate expense, laid to waste as hollow insistence under duress of their company manhandlers whose capable molestation relies upon freedom of access…’
‘…information camouflaged by the intense intents of ulterior motives moving the dogs of war into some type of attack formation Here once the enemy is confirmed to be removed from the board while keeping other pieces unaware until much later down the timeline because varied movements were eliminated with little more made than a whisper less obvious than by trails of paperwork, there is no way to thoroughly obliterate the far flung future that greases the wheels and cogs and gears grinding down human activity to a nub barely seen from a window of the soul riding chariots with no charity toward others less fortunate in the desert of the real because only you can decide to be this way doing to others what worse things you think they wish to do to you…’ – out of Context
‘…to achieve some value amongst the valves in place to ventilate the biological concrete machine at various intervals to release the pressures that can build into visions destructive enough to curse the very ground we walk upon casually curious what this world is about and the many systems within it, treading the thread unwoven until we step upon its lengths bending waves and collapsing function into those things known by instinct as reflex memory cumulative effect gone laxative in order to release vital data enlisting people to compile by admission of a guilt like any of us are culpable to allowing to be true or become truth via a collusion of belief turned into spiritual if not contextual concrete or quicksand holding us in no matter how much we fought the laws turned against us…’ – out of Context