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‘faith is claimed as a fully intact reality through the vetoing of less banal more imaginative realities veritably singing the song as of all the absurd harmony, but who really needs to come to harm as the victim tenderized and left soft with too many predators as vectors of possible attack real or imagined becoming true when the urban superstition raises to such levels that fear starts roaming the streets in droves as clones of each other performing conformity like some kind of magic that ripples across the sage advice or wisdom of those ages before and after us Here… scientific conversion of people into mechanical animals Now delivering to the expectation on par with electrical circuitry trying to connect the various facets of people on-line as off the beaten path created by hippies and poets…’
out of Context;
‘asking forgiveness in the belief of divine faith that overrides the stains made by human creatures taking shape in the waste, but the hammer strikes with the scythe rendering this discussion mute as much moot to their vacillations vivisecting inside the ruling class of their awful elitist dreams and glory casting others about like rag dolls to distort and harm without a retaliation vexing sting to keep those parties in a perpetual swing as to stop it all would kill the illusion which remains like a halo over our heads collected together Here my friends sharp as small jagged thorns stick and sacrifice the losers to honest whimsy… what is it to be regarded as simply divine or as legendary?…’
out of Context;
‘uncertain urges that are unforgiving, and Here we are a bit deeper in the nightmare than when we were previously being conceived as merely trivial bytes of dreams and flesh floating alive in the atmospheric womb stewing in septic fears and guilt trips gone awry until that most highly anticipated birth of the child whose worth fills out wholes left empty by those cowards and craven villains matched to meet the maker’s edging with the branding marks on the chest used to signify these commodities slow to lose value… the fulcrum of power a full turnaround devoured as the tale of the ouroboros in its traveling surge leaving crumbs of glory in the wake of this world ocean manipulated by waves of these peculiar individuals…’
out of Context;
‘we are nothing if not gifted with natural ways to adapt around these feats of leisure class learning limited by our psyche and the emotional body/ self that as passenger to these misadventures culminating into what we would call a ‘life’ takes on a whole new series of weird meanings when we pass on whether to those greater rewards promised for the services we have rendered or perhaps lost forever as a dickless piece of fuck…’
out of Context;
‘a spinning wheel of fortuitous losing as the supposed winners wincing have already gotten off this ride severely austere driving home the noose as clues to this cruelty and the fealty to the vicious nature of this kingdom working holistically toward conclusions of proof in truth mayhem supporting the righteous while putting a boot down stamping upon the rest of this human face viewing to crush hope and drown faith in its own juices squeezed so as to drip the dollars as abject waste fertilizing the fruits of labor’s love lost, but only as it was tossed in amongst the heap with the compact of trash thrashing around glories and gutter valor…’
out of Context;
‘allowing connections where none previous had stood, and because of this overwhelming stream of human consensus it is coming to what i think is the next conclusion as we have explored the motor self evolving its capacity to understand and adapt to environmental restrictions and regulations used to act upon suspicion where otherwise there would be no use for such sociopathy as opportunism cheered for by those who never see the head they are about to step on… with hair piece firmly attached to head of fearless leader assuming the role of crowned prince of crimes against humanity thus providing reasons why we must overthrow that dictator to reveal to ourselves we have the ability to do it besides doing what we are told when we do not know any better the vain of common sense…’
out of Context;
‘doctors and scientists alike continually process and reassess through reminders of what it was going to be along objective states of neutral circumstances with tribal trials and separations as one mind realizes inherent validity in another, and so it goes as the stutter of ignorance engrains and trains us to be domesticated citizens fully inundated with the mutually exclusive protocols of government and spirituality that guide us on in the directions that perhaps make no sense at first sight when feeling those winds of change blow apart of the situation into follies that evoke only serious perspectives experienced through the scripts of law writing trial and error to the current aeon in flux… crows pigeons and even the human creature stands at a cosmic threshold…’
out of Context;
‘a whirling locomotion while the tension and action builds up into a series of frenzied feats leading to this altared state where entrained of consequences that surely no one wants to hear but will not stop anyone who includes an outside perspective from such a myopic existence as to narrow others’ experiences to make this surface world purposes as intents instead of the tricky maze behind the scenes in which we are trapped within this as akashic recording device set upon a playback for those few getting back to there from in Here, and with all that fear and of the coerced energy spent in the cold err floating by on motes as castles or ships in the sky drift along as if on some long forgotten fantasy kingdom creating a noxious stress on rulers and tyrants…’
out of Context;
‘that human snail trail of inevitability left under scrutiny of these analytical ‘madnexuses’ so-known as scientists swirling in identifying qualities up into a sole substantial meta-fact to be understood later on by most as the artifacts of today are acknowledged as history and the past from which we came, Here there is an almost palpable harshness that erodes the safety out from underneath everyone on a flimsy stability pulled away to be used as tormenting shroud until a death occurs to the trapped animal suddenly set to freedom by the boredom of the captors who like the dinosaurs and various birds of prey have acted in the roles of strategic rapid attackers use brutalizing through nature’s forces to play an intimate intimidation against the ones who do nothing but try…’
out of Context;
‘the more surly and tweaky of these bikers of doom considered themselves worthwhile art critics, and were mocking instead of treating the art like true objets as had some of the more vocal critics having condemned the works back in the days before gangs were feared for losing their heads while torturing raping and killing victims…’