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that ostensible porridge of self…

out of Context;
‘this is not ever in an end of itself trapped to repeat the same steps in sequence with the others dancing lost oblivious in tempo with the many various oscillations that vibrate together to equate this universe as one entity as it tries understanding us from both inside and out with numbers of people not caring about stating the obvious to the others who like themselves pay attention to only those shallowest depths that couldn’t even catch the emotional drip of percolating memories and experience brewing these fascinating human beings alive born Now unto the current paradise losing the struggle to cancerous forces as multiplying and decimating an unknown amount of future potential, this spirit a mirror breaks all illusions reflected back at those whom believe the lies…’




let’s get whorganizized..!

out of Context;
‘turns of fate made future of fortune for time is in those choices knowing as though having been through this routine cycle of shedding skins of the many witnesses before within a few other forms up until now processed perception of personal truths by many a various loophole this system has embedded deep within whose roles begin as being to move these creatures one at a time through the cosmic colon, or toward attaining the stained status as leader in the puppet string theory of modern day polititricks learned by the white banal privilege of a Mankind still attempting to drain all sweet innocence into some commodified cultish by-product to be shipped and exploited without any single thread of compassion in the business of progression previewing the intents of a civilization trying to defend its position…’




mend a city…

out of Context;
‘the civilized cracking back forced trying to stay aware of many factors before the attackers loom out of this human darkness to strike fear into these hearts of humanity whose pool of resources stretch far and wide among the sections and segments of the popu-lace strewn through to tie us all together hewn rough like the growing woods as trees reaching fingers up toward the sky to touch the sun… craving a satisfaction compared to this sadist factory churning out highly educated sociopaths and killers who yearn to grip the world in their palms as it spins using any means to this end as the villains who dot history with a pain as much lingering shames to plague the future earnings of humanity in whose stellar plateaus are yet to be met stage where the real is…’




martyr dumb

out of Context;
‘relying upon the adaptation of the survivors to raise their statues and build their temples on up to the stars as landmarks sending appeasement signals from afar to call forth the Others who have the persistence to stand forward taking on all who opposes with animal courage to push defeat onto those enemies regarded as deadly or perhaps resistant of as in how easily they may be caught or subdued, but ending not as the defeated in epic dramatic battles for supremacy as one and then another takes power over the waiting people managed and attacked with no warning or compassion as when a belief in empathy should overtake a rationale to treat your enemy distant from yourself though not necessarily a friend if we could only keep in mind that we have…’




log a rhythm…

out of Context;
‘freedom of choice to jump into things we cannot understand while under the false impression that we know the truth instead of being the interpreters of this vague quality through our misadventures in time and space as the continuum keeps up this consistent grind of forward motion even as at periods it becomes a detriment to the people now influenced by such things, but industry pushes the gears assaulting one more meal worm of a human turd to be flushed outright at any given point when the house is full mooning over with no one ready to take the bets or cut a payment to hand out the dividends to those righteous winners determined to win at all costs whenever given the opportunity seeking out ideal proper compensation for it to appear as professional competence…’




synes of the fodder…

out of Context;
‘soon divisions of labor in the aftermath of making this civil lie a working system to use the people like ornery machines moving synchronized to the rhythm of tasks ahead as the trends and styles are surface opinions scraping and sculpting civilization’s impressions and hard set forward progress, surging with distinct strangenesses from the deep evolving into practical solutions that a refugee of this trivial civilization will not accept without much difficulty incorporating a compassionate programming into information that can manage these human quirks and assertions fluent throughout these human conditions inherent in destiny manifesting as human density taking up space to describe a future as needs dictate…’




regurgitainted.

out of Context;
‘swallowing this mess is next to impossible as the strain forces us to choke up and out as darknesses swirl in to greet our conscious labors that were currently as awake until met by this present arrangement seething through our teeth when trying to speak though all that is left is the refuse as dark matters are fading away into nightmare sequence hidden except for the feeling of fright that exudes from this bare hole in which we now sleep filled with swirling dreams each leading us to our density Here…’




the terror of the hero

out of Context;
‘finishing off in some kind of biblical climax where everyone can finally feel comfortable participating in this heavenly orgy as the mass of homogenized souls transferring experience into consciousness and back again in layered patterns frequent throughout charging and inspiring an eternal dynamism that surges forward sometimes no matter the resistance to change, and other times displaying the correction of forms that enables the so-called authority to hand down slick slit writs pouring forth from the blood of the working class used to attain the highest plateaus of platitudes demanding the cold attitude of some imperial martyr infatuated with the disgrace and their place within it as royal saviors to the people massed like cattle at the feet all the while a train of consequences is pulling into the station to wizen up the monarchs…’




suffering from feastiality

out of Context;
‘an end to reach the posterior that is to be assured of a bowel movement moving this lucid dream to crave fruition as a smorgasbord plunder of plenty shifting this as a bygone corny coping mechanism abused to excuse the evaded truth from knowledge ever becoming a reality to be seen casting aside all hope for the mouth-watering bargains to merger with the mass one has to offer whether consumer or product of the system, as visceral existence tapping into feral wanton decisions that our bodies will make for us whether we want this or not because these beings creating of themselves newer and newer generations of the unique consequence machine we are born spinning while Here upon a coarse ride to the grave whose unknown qualities pushing shivery cold an awareness once controlled by this thing…’




omega low mechanical

out of Context;
‘within the constraints of the three-dimensional factors apparent in this paradigm of a fleshly organization to which we have inevitably become a part, the edifice as effigy is burning though no one really sees anything but the odd trickery cynical underneath this visual display of innocence as rotting from a state of idolatry cutting a community from actuality as people had believed that once one could purge the evil by burning it away though underlying causes never die or decay but move on into different hosting for harvesting signals to feed upon while infatuated with this parasitic paradise the way it goes, and when fear is the gateway to the fog of ancient shadows rising up from their darkened chthonic stasis frozen by timespans and a lack of form somewhere in the dust and slow to move…’