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…’
out of Context;
‘within the same timeline for us to perceive whether by glitch in the programming or through supreme intelligent design, if these windows can allow us an insight into worlds perhaps never realized in our lifetimes it is even though there may be vast amounts of these random ‘feast-scripts’ recorded inundating everyone as the sum of the expressions furnished by sense before they have been unified into the synthesis of understanding, and the thoughts and feelings attached to modes of particulars as perception filters and stains our personal experiences…’
out of Context;
‘the sheep lords who dine like wolves as they hide their real lips as they’re speaking, lip servicing to be in sync with the rest of the lobotomy straining making thoughtless corpses of vibrant stain as propped upon human being made misshaped of reason in the ablyss sucking the words from right out of our mouths as we labor vainly this vanity of shame lazily to be passed around from one trusted host to the next, but endorsed by very few as the collected tear wears thin in spinning propaganda webs of deception creating humanity’s flocculants without fail…’
out of Context;
‘more than some caustic vibration taken as the occasional assault on words and their heaving mention arguing the case for people’s dissent and rebellion while the murderers rarely stray from the path they’ve always taken leaving this humanity a stricken beast to persist in moving the chariot forward, and the heft of this particular scope takes not into account the demeanor of the working class as these people who labor in vain to give others the better parts of themselves for the short times we all have left Here if we do not realize we have the Opportunity…’
out of Context;
‘to look forward to in this present existence with many a vague mystery in mind to evoke a new future where no more do we need to insult each other, where the awkward sting of a verbal missile fired off from the mouth of idiots leaves no other scar than a busted gut from laughter instead a slaughtering salvo to which clears the room of positive spirits, but we are always developing our personal skills as people interacting with people in the social circuit running deeply which is why it is ludicrous to think that these negative projections can go on much longer without awareness of their devastating impact…’
out of Context;
‘the edge of all our times, superior ideas lured from statistical averages used to deepen the separation as dismissal and violence are vital in assimilating by strangulation the culture from the people who support and create all material value within as manifested from ages past and those yet to arrive by virtue of the need to survive in this vapid cruelty maintained as certainty with vicious absolutes ruling over the cowards subdued, but yielding not to honesty or love but to the harsh lines drawn out and consequences long listing the slightest infraction to chart this hellish state described as necessary struggle for which we all seem to give in something that affects our abilities as people relatively scraping by at the base line barely human being always questioning life…’
out of Context;
‘generations moved forward whether truly ready or not… unwittingly aiding whole corruption of vital components with an aching appraisal for the systems as surging and surrounding all of us all the time all within a culture of building digital testaments, trying to supplement some of the negative and devastating aura of a dying blind eye with some ravenous renewed hunger for a youth and sacrificial pulling the willing into the damnation game perceived to be real only as for themselves the price paid for the condemnable actions committed…’
out of Context;
‘the house is empty of its contents, but ready to be filled with whatever the imagination can place there to be held until such a time as it is needed by the owner of the manse in question, a place hidden behind the inhabitant’s eyes inside the head as questionable visions sharpen the screaming nerve within each little thought to drive itself outside as though a demon-ridden assortment of clues used to gather evidence contrary to the idea that nothing had ever occurred… an ignorance taken too far to be of anything other than obnoxious detention of the truth tethered by the urgent hypocrisy that evades anything but some vague subjective definition on objectivity…’
out of Context;
‘this cult war between everyone and everyone else Here, easily part of the destruction of society in this current frame of mind as written in the Now you see before you to be taken with either a grain of salt in a superstitious fashion lightly over the shoulder, or as some trivial marker of history when it was relevant and undeveloped as a wound open but dismissed whether through some stubborn attitude out of defensive reflex to protect anything but what might be considered the sacrificial self whose fate is determined by a holy presence somehow mistaken as independent of the human imagination unlike every other pantheon of gods ever conceived as true at one time or another… things started out as a perfection even though it was one that had no obvious realization of consequence…’
out of Context;
‘again through the back door of the mind into that subtle entrance by your divine lifeline gathered Here for the moment while taking you away from your fears, or perhaps to guide you straight through harm into the abyss from which you first came shooting as shards of splintered sperm oblivious to any direction transferring the energy into a mechanical surging… either way we are allured by a sexual distinction locked in the act looking for and wishing for anything to permeate the shell unforgiven for cracking under this lustful pressure pushing the boundaries much closer together edging us to forward a loving poisonous passion throbbing with horror for those human ways we can be so cruel yet so kind at the worse of times it seems, fucking up the party with our conditions…’