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
‘…to achieve some value amongst the valves in place to ventilate the biological concrete machine at various intervals to release the pressures that can build into visions destructive enough to curse the very ground we walk upon casually curious what this world is about and the many systems within it, treading the thread unwoven until we step upon its lengths bending waves and collapsing function into those things known by instinct as reflex memory cumulative effect gone laxative in order to release vital data enlisting people to compile by admission of a guilt like any of us are culpable to allowing to be true or become truth via a collusion of belief turned into spiritual if not contextual concrete or quicksand holding us in no matter how much we fought the laws turned against us…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…they threaten to help us guilt ourselves into thinking horrible things as they get passed onto others this way the familial duels that take the place of compassion where it started because these personalities of ours are so much larger than life for some who don’t realize what social compression to this magnitude truly means for this ballooning society inches from a sharp dark edge to that chasm of which there is no bottom, the unholy charge takes form soon after we are affected by horrors of seasonal change making some of us depressed as a side effective disorder to the tension Here placed upon all of our heads collectively succumbing to the dumbest conspiracies ever seen while all set to share with the very people who really couldn’t care less…’
‘…beneath the extreme paranoia as much the good nous that permits logic and reason Here yet does not define us as well as we would like to see be true, our bodies doing their best to cope with things we keep introducing to them creating a supply and demand that seems to never end when considering the variable parts that distinguish themselves Here as being worthy of social attention in humanity as it plies every trade possible to the ends of a permissible closure by consequence before another boulder rolls down the mountains to conflict with our ascent toward plateaus of crucial discovery by way of advancing ourselves forward through the inherent misery of being…’ – out of Context
‘…proposing theories on the speculative basis that a science appears to endorse on this heathen earth where we bury our dead exploited of voices that chorus the wind in silence of night coming complete to form the something vital out of the nothing that seems abundantly more obvious than oblivious with these human eyes peering too deep beyond the devoid to that which devours over time eroding life, conjoined with the strife that comes so easily to us rotted by oblivion’s touch as some parts of the meat become too wretched to fix no matter the amount of capital one has to sacrifice to survive and live even longer than before this lively mass debate about what resides after life is lived Here subsumed with questions…’ – out of Context
‘…figures finishing the deception with flare while their victims will howl the bloody curses bearing the names in balefire foreskin oozing milky way cesspool discharges amid the galactose-intolerant creatures this side of a galaxy spreading gods’ vomit all over the seats and interior to the point our heads bust open for relief from the pus and pressures of adulterated mess becoming sentient all while dressed up as another random bureaucrat conforming to line and keeping branes wet, psycho pomp and circumstance has placed us all Here where we jerk and jive with almost all the rest of the puppetry swing set while those few enjoy the remote view from someplace we are not kept because of how we react to facing our captors, getting mean and nasty…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…dramas that appear to the untrained eye as lazy indolent or slacking off in actual integrity or self respect sailing through the holy seize while searching for reasons to validate existing like this in modes bestial and atrocious questioning the vitality lodged in our minds alone unable for the better to transmit vague impressions while trying to get more clever at reading people and their body language even if it is true silence is my second language interpreted by the body more so sincerely than any words of truth could socially reduce us to a severe lacking in character as much compassion that trends Here with the whim of a kill economy where we’re all so free as martyrs on parade awaiting our fates individually as worse aims become fulfilled by deleterious obsession…’
‘…the breathing method of blood hungry ghosts the humans become Here when all other options are lost or tossed away when choking to cope crossing lines like wires the whole world looks as though it might make anyone curious wonder who are these puppets connected by the strings of theory as much physically-encountered analog to these burgeoning ideas trying to force themselves to the surface to be accepted and universally validated among the appetites of the damned Here, the art of death may scream bloody murder to any who may lack the vision to really perceive but there is always more behind the superficial veneer imposing multiple ambivalent layers as a wall to prevent individuals from pressing questions any further than some agreed upon standard reinforced by a society that shifts constantly…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…just the strange quarks in the Out There somewhere vacantly awaiting some sign or signal from the depths that will cradle the need for safety without cutting us off from the rest of existence whose tension arises out of sheer ego death transparently wailing out banshee-like cries into the vastness of night its omnipresent form trying to hold parts of our demeanor aloft though too much as Icarus lifted toward the sun as solar demon burning him dead with the brilliance thus fixated upon, flying towards an inevitable danger under unenviable circumstances as the pressure only grows from there into something one cannot fully define without experience establishing certainty…’