out of Context – ‘…modified versions of “the sky is falling” mentality especially when it feels that apocalypse coming is just around the corner where eyes shelter from the unforgiving everyday at the same intervals that cannot contain remedies to the new disease if it still grabs us by random when it wants to feed from our personal sense as being totally succumbs doing the best it can do to not fall apart Here, when it seems all sources point against us in our fragments of psychic structure attempting to change us for its ideals of a better even if we never know the outcome to be a certainty because nothing appears so absolute for long while we are Here lost and adrift in our own thoughts stretched tightly across our senses that we can easily doubt our direction…’
‘…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
out of Context – ‘…the cycle deviates from utter kindness and forgiveness as threshold between those that see themselves in others and others choosing only to see themselves through that mirror quantifying the conscious human standing before it, attempting to seize whatever humanity is left residing in the living shell seen across from us slowly coming to understand personally-owed proper encapsulations for what it ever means to be this human thing never quite an animal all the way but neither a fully-accepted part of the whole featured Here as one of the players when failure becomes the new name of the game looked to for distraction amidst a clash of subtle and counterpoint layers to overstimulate cognizant dissonance from the peanut gallery…’
‘…piss into a mister coffee and get taster’s choice from it no matter the platitudes taken as attitudes given raw and rude as crude delight expresses in the claims at stake Here where cannibal kings preach flawed wisdom into the ears of anyone who will listen to their sideways chants whose effectiveness lies in the hypnotic strain of the voice using those words against the person who hears them speaking awful gibberish servings of harsh tones inflected with dire infections for the sanity and its stability Here… catapulted into a default factor of that olfactory smell sweeping this industrial nation we continue attending to because it remains the last bastion of ideal freedoms utilized as a form of saleable dope or sedative supply aiding in the attrition and atrophy that such chemical conditioning implies…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…wedged up my ass attached to my soul harassing input out of me in the applications hardwired to assault the senses whether there is compliance of captive attention doing the most we can until we are left out fatally in the fetal position vulnerable to further degradation feeding us forcefully a diet of worms and services by others whom know not with what we have to do to survive because a template of wellness is fitted over twisted perceptions prescribed, as though able to shrug off the labels of shallow degenerate or idiot so easily when no one seems to give a damn about anything that doesn’t make them wealthy or respected establishing clout among those that cannot sympathize with such a climb upon the hierarchy of life as fabricated…’
‘…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…’
…out of Context…
…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…’