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…Gimme some context…

‘…bias-wizened appeals to learn some reason to stay the same old fascist facade soft parade marching as regularly through school halls as hold up in the streets silently confessing that this is the way it needs to stay for order to work, to be atavistic and extemporaneous is not an easy thing because one must be willing to sacrifice their very lives to something else in order that the commitment is utterly binding this is why we work all our lives to establish some posthumous quality of ourselves to remain when no more attached than the stone or plaque to a memorial fatalism…’ – out of Context




…systematic corpse Grinder…

‘…something passing for freedom into the hierarchy sacred above many other variable rungs of fortune torture and disaster consequence while innocently challenging fears by trying to discover courage through the mighty pen as priceless power totem that is capable of shattering constrictive form, modeled upon a classical line of tradition while a crude manifest destiny crammed with incidental drama crossed and conflicted intentions especially when coming to conclusions presented as though facts that seem to bias information toward one slide or another into inevitable arguments that ensue once heated debate can churn the most neutral topics into frothing dark waters…’- out of Context




douche Guevana

out of Context;
‘appeals to those roving band images idealized proliferated and executed by the up-and-coming surges of starlight blighted as the bequeathed dubbed and knighted lords and tyrants are spilling their bile into rivers and streams making fevers and plagues where there were none as manifest destiny lashes the whip against all of whom choose a standing up for themselves to a supine loss of orientation and collaborative communication through the greater massive obeying passively a general law taken in the form of resonating frequencies frantically-breaking down that item in human willpower attempting to release and retain itself the leaps and boundless imaginations, recreating itself from the massive combinations gestating through a nurtured perpetuity equally actively pushing its agendas as well through as many avenues of thought as become institutions…’




Gonzorro, Gonzarro…

out of Context;
‘each age that we remain lost children killing other children without conscience to bridge the schisms that form and enfold us all others affairs too often than we are able to stop and see while actively able to affect the change by choice instead of being blinded by distractions and decisions made for us well beyond childhood to adulthood, and wanting to understand how these changes occur beyond one’s own awareness of the surging pulse humanity represents to itself by focusing in on fulfilling of dreams in pursuit of happiness an ideal over contentedness a reality, and try as we may we cannot obey all the orders handed down to us which makes of arts subversion and social dominance of the mind through mind games played to extremes leading us to change ourselves out of fear…’




a gardeners’ Greater good…

out of Context;
‘ideas of power becoming integrated in consecrate concentrated doses culled from the herds and flocks that emerge while presently submerged forces those likes which are epic but receding into an ocean floor hungry for more matter and knowledge to devour as darkened gods harkened from when civilization was still purely conceptual by the standards raised in name of them that wanted to evolve by the decree of whatever gods would have them invisible to all but the chosen who whisper in nonsense phrases…’




by Golly…

out of Context;
‘the reasons for a magnanimous leader who really can perform as acts the figurehead task best represented by the fierce yes-men in their pockets who have no opinions except those coveted by the lazy hustle meters not too far from our own feats as bizarre self-aware creature whose ending awaits each individual even though the story never stops as everything is unfinished…’




Grotesque, the walking living…

out of Context;
‘for as long as the proliferated lessons repeatedly rely on biased gossip and odd miscommunication percolating to the surface to act as information carriers providing currency worthwhile in sometimes viral amounts a villainous venomous compound structure commencing this grandiose commiseration considered…’




moe’s art and the wolf Gang…

out of Context;
‘the more surly and tweaky of these bikers of doom considered themselves worthwhile art critics, and were mocking instead of treating the art like true objets as had some of the more vocal critics having condemned the works back in the days before gangs were feared for losing their heads while torturing raping and killing victims…’




Occipital Jobe

out of Context;
‘left with a helpless jobbery robbing us of our dignity instinct for a freedom in distracted boredom without ideas to enslave or escape made tainted by our faith in mindless idiot dismissal of outside integers compliment to bans and taboos as which can traumatize and confuse our movements, dropping jobbies upon the lawn of any elitist sociopathic blight screwing our ears closed to other truths via the mind-wiping urge designated progress by some affluent side of vying to understand this human plague any further by torturing and then starving the creative impulse through opportunistic ides of mechanism turned modern profits in murderous attempts at gaining played, and the jobsworth fools with their petty wits wrapped around themselves in vicious defensive stance…’




TinMadDog

out of Context;
‘forced into the outside wildernesses… the words never to live up to their expectations as are lying littered along the sides of the information supra highways and byways with all their feeder roads leading to a home absorbed organic sum thing as the boldest love palpable and capable to palpitate the fear out of the heart beating and tearing and hearing the same rhetoric again and again as once deeply seated belief turned into sin, distorted by madness as retorted and reported once a melancholy err wafts over the crowded snare set to trap both those willing and this unwilling dementia that craves not to behave but to fathom the absolute depths of a conscious mess…’