‘…turning all of us into default victims whether we had a choice or not makes no difference to these absolutes of brutality walking in flesh and most born from wombs as you or me spending nine months hiding and waiting for a term of release in which the purging of fluids then unchains this embryonic biomass as possible bionic murderer-in-training capable of utilizing the latest tools of death and torment seeing each person as potential targets can be cathartic yet tragically doom one to acting out their fantasies, casualties of a causal interest in mayhem without regards to the long-term affects that occur when humans decide to be animals…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…insult denied by the offended… whose certainty of untouchable nature is pompous postulating when the pundits with their talking heads are deceased and irrelevant again speaking from the side of their faces shitty chatter about the weather and where to go for fun these days staying inside to keep the machines running for all their lives while we still exist as their caretakers and creators eventually left to fade away some day not too distant to imagine Here in trying to free the segment of one’s mind that stays caged, when rendered this way from the start without an inkling of what is to come yet somehow continuing to oscillate the indigo children out of us…’
out of Context – ‘…debasements advising in the art of factual creation post-mythic conditions, as we again might assume because of various thresholds to which we decide to label as science that to some interprets as contrast to that which we deem nature even though nature has its own forms of nanotechnology not as technical as we crave it to be surely but no slave to it as curiosity dictates we view objects from a distance in order to obtain the truth through experimental proofs and evidence so dense you may refer to it in some regards as destiny no matter how small because greatest potency fits in as many differing versions of real as weightless consequence beyond calamity yet popping to life nonetheless, barriers have no effect on its strength overall into synergistic fluidity that follows…’
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…and the weariest mas X..!
out of Context – ‘…using humans to do the dirty work Here, moon children chaos born as those who walk behind the rows searching for righteous integrity that will not leave us abandoned by the forces of whimsy as that which happens when lurching like a heartbeat figures of authority hold less weight because of their broken corrupted or lack of moral compass inside of their chests and leaning into directly chosen sequences of constrictive intents affecting others through attempts at domination boiling beyond restraint circulating in fits of impulse that tragically submits one to dreaded cognizant dissonance gnawing as erosion at one’s soul… assurance of life and living as livelihood compelling the naive americans to penetrate the unknown to the point of a visceral clarity one cannot make unseen…’
‘…offset by the brutality we are more than capable of contrasted with understanding the shining light that is utilized to sunder the darkness incorporating the diverse components evoking this sensitive realm into existence while overlapping extremes vie for dominance disproportionately fashioned as weaponized covert tactics to counteract as ominous dark clouds to be busted by righteous intentions we would hope in order for some equity or balance to be maintained above all things material and otherwise that ebb and flow through the years we attempt to attest to a willingness of spirit that cannot be tamed wholly by outside forces… annoying byproducts of the systems that take advantage of participants usually without compensation…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…criticisms out of people who do not and will not know any better than the exaltation of the unknown to greater heights than previously fathomed because of us being such complex larval creatures as our minds can drive us to contemplate what this means but often find ourselves distracted to the point of failure in what we choose to pursue, as though nothing could ever be any different than that force for success shifting down a gear fomenting stress upon a most elementary layer of struggle keeping us all in check on task even when realizing we know nothing else beyond some organic masquerade of adventure barely scratching the surface among the more gruesome features as self-doubt lingers its fingers over where the skin breaks easily to the touch of this madness spurring desperation Here…’
‘…what we call good and evil as labels designated by a creator to install rules within this operating system as long as it remains in charge, cursed with blessings that may not work as charms against the compulsory service we seem automatically signed up for because our beliefs are no match for the overwhelming state of affairs that subsumes our worldwide community wholly isolated by of course some authority who is of the opinion that they speak for a greater good than that which would try to hold our hands as children to guide us through the perils natural to a path chosen and to teach us what cannot be learned without making mistakes that tempt fate to disintegrate what does not add up to expectations, to extricate this deliberate crutch as pseudo-spiritual aspect…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…to crack the skies fighting against all variables in some way shape or fashion that embeds itself in the meaning we maintain Here, when there being sound of obtuse warning drifts to settle between the ears even though there is little to nothing to show as evidence of this inherent variation implied as a gathering of sorts that one cannot house all inside of a singular mind that has difficulty contemplating the all and everything that keeps us locked in awe until we are shocked loose by the attitudes of those around us either giving their support to receive support or further deciding to be critical and dismissive shutting down hope of something else for more of the same…’
‘…ideas our dead have left as lessons not all will share though many will feel the sway of these pendulous cosmic ghosts as they surround and settle our world in a drama of dust no amount of power vacuums will ever get cleaned out of this rancid source of historic hysteria, unbearable looking a gift horse in the mouth of madness because it is forever in there as other authors knew before taking the jaunt into the same void that stares back realizing the darkness within that will never see the light of day whose only exception could be the artificial lamplight of the morgue as masked attendants then preparing your body for autopsy perhaps a neutral sterile stinking before opening up the corpse with a muted question of Y lying prone…’ – out of Context