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…’
‘…playing in the mud and rain with pure joy and innocence when otherwise around the world it is a vicious battleground where states the direct line drawn in the sand so not one person passes beyond the ward, once the threshold is crossed then the childhood has been lost to wages of time and space phases discarded or integrated when we personally localize change within ourselves counting down those stray moments of mortality one at a time it appears to shadow us in a culture that allows for such surveillance to infest and excused away as protection more universal than ever before endowing commonly held beliefs about mental disorder while closing us into see-through cages of our own creations…’ – out of Context
‘…something culminating from all of these actions in motion to maintain stability and bellwether the storms yet to be Here, and awestruck by the infecting septic shock deeper on a damaged system used for healing oneself though not an easy coping mechanism to achieve especially with all of the interference causing the noises to get louder as they become harsher to demand attention from the distracted bodies that remain even after the initial squeals of distemper when a mob mentality is finally able to run amok like the holiest furies summoned from the depths out of a purgatory so abstracted from whatever we think we know as the caustic continuum…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…a spiritual trap engineered by fiends from the end of the story thinking through the void that they can manipulate this reality by tapping into ego weakness to strengthen their forces behind us while attaching with the persuading threats cannon fodder martyrdom to all creatures as we act out these predetermined roles that sacrifice is noble in bleak melodramatic dioramas of trauma lessons that never seem to lessen the damage done even once the dark catalyst is gone transmogrified into a different form that can easily be surmised to leave a shadow or stain on one’s soul inspiring the worst echoes from any psychic wound that refuses to heal…’
‘…such gone government and connected ruling classes as all-encompassing state of entrapment, trying to find some ships the shape of which ruler needs to measure our stability against upheaval carried over from periods medieval to our more modern aspects of evil that continue for such actions Here to set our paths against each other without questioning the motives accentuating a negative tendency commanding the chance to release into the world with dead set savage certainty on real mayhem to bend the curve to fit any agenda as agreed upon by calculated statements…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…what other cankerous chances have we got while Here waiting too much then anticipating some kind of substantial trust in humanity even when perceived as the enemy on some days more than others that might affect as happiness but without the hassle of hot pursuits through loosed turned goose chase or leper-conned gold to be culled out of the ends of rainbows broken by rancid machine in flux spitting acid and dry acrid flame on to err in ways that currently reign down enough damage to soon make us all crypto-zoological levels of incubated mutation over time to be harvested once our individual uses within a localized paradigm gets deprived and timed out…’
‘…absolution rests somewhere within these bottled charges of lightning, perhaps the laying on of hands to type and contextualize these thoughts ranging from obscenity and extremity to a mediocrity or mundane space that resides inside that dark core between our ears and eyes reflecting whatever dark matter lies outside as well conquering our fears and the darkness that captures our attentions so readily made to make us enslaved to the wizened world weary warriors who made it out alive or so it is said in order that we put ourselves willingly in cages out of dread for what we are capable of doing as torment which we inflict upon others by our mere existence…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…an unwillingness to set us free out of fear for what we could do now that we are angry and stubborn boiling at all edges at having the psychic black hole between our ears and eyes as we might define the singularity inside for ourselves, little do we know how our cosmos interacts with us on such a primeval wavelength that our minds cannot even keep up as we advance light years from where we were a few decades ago now and to where given a few decades more we can viably speculate such technologies will be when our carcinization is complete conquering some metastasized frontier in our bodies cesspools one at a time…’
‘…in the common magic of the everyday signals and symbols that used to lose us now project a sense of danger in the wake of strangers being able to have their way with you as me exploiting our states of vulnerability by taking it upon themselves that possess such twisted wills to power to inflict as much manipulation as a social structure can take before it breaks as bad as the people whom make up this series of systems all interconnected yet never quite interdependent of each other because of a reliance of human beings doing whatever they have acting in order to receive anything they can from the inner workings of a competitive nature built by human though not always a humane ideal…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…kill the innocence while trying to retain the solidarity of the species among masses going full tilt into invested infestation of violence turning subtle vines of friendship into intimate conflicts that erupt minus a humanity for thy neighbor and petty in all situations that vacillate between grief and goodness… a vain orgy of the atrocious ways people manipulate each other for the greatest cult which will not have a name until the sentient creatures are yet to give it that it chooses then will have to deal with the various blasphememes as arise from such disposable culture clues…’