out of Context;
‘to the mayhem that separates us as individuals in a system trying awful mad gods upon us to tether and fetter each person as an absolute binary to the automatic tragedy of this ornate social superstructure today yet another reality mocking the grinding wheel used in place for a medicine as limbs are chopped away from the main body to save life from the same fate as the think tanks require an armor built from these rank-and-file youths unaware of what their country is about to do to them as no clues to finding that compassion necessary being a mercenary showing no mercy…’
out of Context;
‘a wildly entertaining wandering animal whose nature to resemble that of the planet from whom you and i are apart pulled separate by the strange winds winding threads and threats alike to make the most this a tapestry woven over cosmic aeons trying to sweep almost all of our dead references aside as with any other form of so-called debris time yields having been tread upon by all manner of beast and idea incorporating as much of the world into their unified perception of perfections creating a force field which can at times alter the natural degree of acceptance…’
out of Context;
‘those very same elites tempting to recruit life hackers from all walks of this conscious journey making history happen with ease the dominoes falling in their arranged circuit currently considered world affair which only few participate becoming a circus of political and militaristic sideshows freakishly financed by a powers-that-be mentality concluding no one as able thinker for any good themselves properly enough to control one’s own fate…’
out of Context;
‘positions making sense to a select assembly of parts harmonizing in conflict, as a broken vision shattering the mirror about to cast the fairest to the floor as a gutter whore gone insane from the burden of the game crazy as it is cunning wild animal adapting to loose but difficult constrictions nonetheless, flapping furiously toward that bright morticians’ flame burning the mortal out of both ends as machine that fails soon after collapse cutting creatures down…’
out of Context;
‘circumstance betraying of one’s own worth, trampled for the vapid jerking machines tragically aligned under the mystique of values set off like bombs a few paces from where parental figures dropped you in last when rules that were made in no sense as child raised can seed these things even a fatality sensing fanaticism some cannot be shied away from as violence draws blood from us stoned drones mumbled jumble that like a magic enchanting we quickly get intoxicated and attached to the carcass…’
out of Context;
‘in a wayward quest for droll immortality of perhaps storybook enchantments that were never enlightened ticket to promised lands dropping from the sky setting decisions right-aligned for hooking onto a heavenly source from our dreams summoning which form is to appear in vision to us, as representatives of the subconscious in whose projected image we retain the ancient alien plans carving up stoned human mentions of enlightened…’
out of Context;
‘hidden weapon relying on arts subversion and misinformation to thoroughly antagonize the opponent into a shallow grave, but a naive fool has steadied out at the cliff’s sharp edge holding against the lemming thrust off a potential kinetic drop raining sinister acidic molting as the past carapace in this larval mission is cast forth as though another altogether burned by the furnace fusing the parts once more…’
out of Context;
‘manifest as parts of the earned nuance of being being Here where none few spirits have dared, but still there a Mystery at every turn that may turn out lethal as a twist of the story beyond the literal perhaps occurs to change all of our fates by waves by chance and cracks the covers that hover just before a beginning and just after end…’
out of Context;
‘making trouble as apex predator pissing off the rest of a choking mess made when marking territory comes to conform behaviors tracking nothing but selfish sensations mocking the masters’ orders that as children we so often forget a little more each time left alone to slowly evaporate meta data melting sacred votive candle burning cryptic temples built from bone and tissue compressed through a small gap left to fend as much for itself as possible until dead as gripped by our fellow travelers to raise us out of a muck raking the manure as penance for breaking rules and roles…’
out of Context;
‘understanding whose mistake am i anyway though that never needs to be considered a fact of record when that record skips relevant information for simple trash strewn askew and to be played back yet never quite sounds the same as the time they were placed into immortality by way of tape pulled compiled and edited together once the monkeywrench stops twisting and torquing a situation solid screwed…’