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…’
out of Context – ‘…that alien side of our ever-curious selves basing rather their application of caution when dealing so directly with us as beings generating panic on a massive scale if anything were to trigger instead of deliver these notions in true neutrality as our paranoid ideas take on lives of their own once an artifact threshold is fully passed beyond as larval chrysalis might be if the contextual quanta were to juxtapose over the human experience as unique as the flutter-by who dies to resurrect as the moth-be-he-man immolated sort once the old skin is to be sloughed off as sore or ulcerous flesh in debridation and cast away to melt like wax used to make more from our stuff, teeth once used as weapons now rotting in the skull…’
out of Context – ‘…placed Here for those that play to objectify their range of motion and effectiveness distracting the rest of us the phases of resurgent issue as mind-at-large forcing gods’ vomit throughout with the current landlords being taken up who wish us to worship them like gods instead of using the warships to take them out of the larger present picture in order to dispose of any offensive act that might take place while Here adrift waiting for the gift of insight into the compromising circumstances we have been granted the chance to solve serious questions unusually without answers that work as a lone step independent plateau from which to spring…’
out of Context – ‘…casting out the damned spirits that roam about our person separate from those shadows conjoined at our footstep and lodged in our minds as passengers clustered together as related energies coalescing into replicated human shapes as the need arises to find a representative in the mists and sands of the temporary stacked up so high that it reaches the skies as historical fetish shaken to make gods rain from the clouds in the tiny droplets of moisture cycled through again and again until those same such nameless gods truly reign supreme from above as the conscious ephemera pulled out from the vacant voids with pretty faces that fall to be taken, self-sacrifice being forsaken by the ones touted as the best of show…’
‘…how utterly fragile and insecure they are Here more than we even if we have the most difficult of times to hold our shit together without breaking the stoic mask deflecting the ignorant toddlers who think they know more when there is less conclusive evidence of such hideous supply and demand going on behind our backs that it can be fraught with peril when so difficult to track down sources direct for this current situation whether cartel or corporation makes no difference in the way it feels futile as one against many it always appears that a single entity cannot win, though can even this intimidation be a temporary gain when all else is losses even when that currency electric flows through one’s hands with abundance troubling truces made when no one has anything…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…purified from harshest criticism, to say art exists in a world of honesty where science once occupied a space of frivolity and falsehood in an age not long from ours today whereas the sentiment portrays in effect the fear and dread of medical horror that gives rise to an easy deception becoming weaponized leverage form used as a weight of pressure to move us in the “right” direction as we begin to collect experiences while on this voyage so treacherous when only riding in a human vessel such as this… naturalism is to horror as an introduction to the unmasked brutality of contemporary culture to which we all find our lives in parallel to the raw shapes that evoke attraction and repulsion…’
out of Context – ‘…the barrel loaded with fresh violence for squealing pigs relentlessly enveloped in a filth used to keep interlopers at arms length away while the dirt and mud and feces become caked on the faces to the point of being unrecognizable to the others, the campfires with baleful glamors clamoring to send another ghost into the flames as sacrificed shard of our own beliefs in what lies beyond all this mingling flesh an exposed writhing code set blindly within our species by an elder god without sentience perhaps formed as a wyrm or demiurge to proliferate in darkest parts of the human heart as offal left on the slab to be examined then eaten as is the way through various accents of civilization…’
out of Context – ‘…while Here, triggered dread of desperation making animals of us all whether indulged by some edifices of power or expressly forbidden from seeking those lessons that are reinforced by others as they must suck so that the seed may pass onto the next testing ground used to indenture servants thus harvested like crops toiling their own soil into growing ideal beings from the ground up perhaps in a vision as compared to insects we fear as we truly know not to what intents this human collective consciousness extends surmising if a hive mind is appropriate as a model of reference, deeds within a haunted crude oil extruded from these beasts that walk the earth without words or worry to contain in amber or some other form of petrified crusty prehistory…’