out of Context;
‘this is not a game show, but the real of the real where every dream must come true in order for immaterial laws to supersede the human needs, the atmosphere around us swirling like the artificial flakes in a snow globe… always wanting the ideal measure to take the place of our own impartial and impatient selfish super seeds implanted to make the most impact over all the basic generations of self, whether of our own tribe or not because our plant needs to grow further at any cost, but that price has always remained ambiguous until any factual effect has long come under display through the naked eye… the absorption through human osmosis of brain tissue…’
out of Context;
‘the foolish aspect to this reality we hold so dear is necessary as unforgivable as stupidity can be, it is a needed element in the acceptance of reality for what it is, but it would only seem as if we dance to the pied piper on the surface of the thought… only confronting the rare issues head-on, but it takes a certain quality of graceful instinct for courtesy and respect to move before your assumptions, the magic comes later and of a timing specific all its own… the binary sequence radiating throughout us all and our cosmic knowledge, the elements of physics and the fantastic display of reality…’
out of Context;
‘the retrolink jerking-off in the sinking grave god gave him, at last trying to reveal a past some sense of the spectral anchor, but fighting back the mortal yearn for connection seems antithetical to the human condition… may the false fates first move out of the skeletal antechamber that is my head, to grasp another possible belief in reality fostered by the words and truths of other people in relatively similar situations, but always under the generally upheld auspice of the human being… an organism both mammal and lizard, as the hot courses against the cold in rivers within the soul…’
out of Context;
‘pluck the pollen from the implanted protean joy that mankind has not made with blood-soaked hands, there is more than one way to get high on fire without getting yourself burned, but no accepted process for this defamation in league with the legions of nightmare crawling up along the spine… fetching the mind’s moisture from out the cosmic well…’
out of Context;
‘a strong difference between what we know and what we think we know, between what is obvious and what is hidden from immediate view, and what we allow ourselves to understand as opposed to what others never tell us at all… the morgues and asylums are filled with those who can ‘see’…’
out of Context;
‘the doldrums of waiting for something to happen with nervous energy, and an ear for the next ordered move to come, wondering in silence over the state of things as they are… feeling anxiety prickling the back of my neck as my curiosity wanders the emotions and thoughts inseparable in my mind’s eye somewhere…’
out of Context;
‘there are dark times ahead of us just as there are dark times behind the mask of progress, we have had to deal with it always fluctuating between the black/ white world we were raised with, but was there ever any mention of the grey area from authority on any levels?… no… because that would stem the flow of the raping machine…’
out of Context;
‘a wrought-iron pin stabbing through the fever-pitch brain as it melts the eyes in my head, the nerves inside are far too burned out to be repaired, or so it would seem from the insight out…’
out of Context;
‘fuel to the fires in the furnace of the damned, a recreational tool for the foolish preacher man, and perhaps submitting to the greater good means doing what makes me happy instead of doing what i should… this infernal vision is not without the plastic plan…’
out of Context;
‘we walk with the crutches we were given from the beginning, but at some point even these break down, meaning the need to find new and better crutches sooner than later… threatened by my self desire while at the same time betrayed by the obligations i almost literally signed up for while i had the opportunity…’