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the day the internet died…

out of Context;
‘under superstitious constraints as conflicted between an antagonistic faith and untethered curiosity in evolving from these electro-magnetic states to a greater understanding beyond mere flesh, coming home to that Other within ourselves that somehow separates from us when we reach all these new spiritual plateaus as each a different set of rules and rhythms to adapt and to metadapt (cellular adaptation) to as well when everything seems at odds before the evens… the rules can collapse just like the body in moments of deterioration collaborating to the mosaic we call ‘history’ maybe a bit too frequently nasty in the collective cesspool of a tragedy sadly pronouncing most of us ‘doomed’ prior to being born…’




satan’s vacancy

out of Context;
‘history as failed experiment infecting tired broken systems that have spent most of the “good times” aligned with a most horrid collection of imbeciles at beck and call to be summoned like the aforementioned demons… the lure of lore can paralyze the witness with dreams and fantasies in rendering some of these surreal ideas for real in the manifest density confused with the abstracted urge of symbols and signals in an attempting of a mutual understanding with the world about what it means to exist as the being and the concept bound together immutable and interminable as many a question that seeps through the warped dynamic glimmer all around us, as the terrain goes out from under our feet when feigning the defeat can keep a person from being utterly debased by the scythe of fate…’




a harpy’s bazaar

out of Context;
‘pretending to believe a skewed idea of greater good that means so much more than qualities of human kindness universally reinforced with a positive reinforcement to endorse that anyone can do it through their own freedom of choice as much as believing in oneself more than those disparaging remarks made by the jealous, as we have the choice to turn our attentions away from that atrophy and decay devoured by the birds of prey that flock together tearing out pieces that can never be replaced as they were in order to sort out the weak from the strong when we all stand equal to each other after the fact of past tense inside of this ephemeral existence as a ghost searching for meaning in all the systems we are seeking…’




not a peer amid us…

out of Context;
‘a humanity have spilled forth like from out the damned Pandora’s box teased at in myth… the Mystery includes us no matter who we are today as it is this time travel transition from ideas to animals to personas of interest throughout the annals of a vague history filling pages that virtually no one will read as the digital bubble subsumes our paradigm of living sigils born each with an agenda to complete once the concepts make themselves a known to people, selves themed with any type of mood or ideal made real and fleshed out as humans swept up into the consequences of action as some of us are prone to being caught up within others’ schemes taken to the dramatic extremes in exposing a vulnerability inside of ourselves personally…’




a set of psychopompous circumstances…

out of Context;
‘metempsychosis as the mentality vitally demotes us a farce throwing villainous sparks out to ignite those rampant wildfires purging of what meaning lies there in pretend and the pretensions that admit without hesitation as sum by-product lain on the slab by human hands altering reality upon an altar that stands firm against the opposed traffic and travails of the herd mentality mating and fingering many escapees unscrupulously…’




an acidic soul

out of Context;
‘agent of sour sources and bitter emotional scars as they raise up razed and scarred stinging with pain as the healing takes over the nerve fibers gathered at each point along their way to your brain trying to escape these dismal offensive thoughts that scatter and spur those totally vicious of vision on to appear strong as their volatile strength thrown around like a weight attempting to strike someone down unaware of the venom in irony and sarcasm as abused trusting with thrusting stabs the righteous swings of courage while a chilling divorce between body and mind disturbs those of uncertain choices, the emotional scars chilling a scare down the spine…’




war saw was raw

out of Context;
‘the ideas of incredulous brainwashing to subdue our souls into place for the cosmic race game that appears to keep all of our attentions most neatly focused on the pain and loss emitted from these hosts born and dead without even knowing the joys of travel or chasing the dreams that will never materialize because we get caught in the net webbed over our minds in the haze of realizing our purposes each their own, much as how we connect these reality streams together not unlike attempting to stay in contact with people who have touched that soul in its burning heart lodged deep within our separate kingdoms we attempt to keep intact all throughout our lives in this place even through the stress and dense difficulties that seem to work their magic on this mortality…’




hope as a four-letter word…

out of Context;
‘this great consciousness sized to fit a manic blur indescribable from outside as one must move inside of the storm in order for a truer extent of understanding this thingdom to be realized from within as the sacred chaos it is roiling and boiling out a stew of energies and the battles for integration both materialized and metaphysical… the dope of this matter is simple as the words that fall from our lips with hip reappropriation of statements made cliche by our modern standards as the bar and boundary for a mortal moral significance sedating authorities with dosages of a humane helplessness and humility to tranquilize this active massive hive brain that swallows its insane as a whole within the rest of the fold of dysfunctional citizenry standing by watching this soft parade pass…’




this death

out of Context;
‘throughout the planet… our minds suffer from an enchanted imprinting of stories which fascinate and it hypnotizes us enough to find ourselves in a game of chances though no real winners if we really try to play as others who then narrow their profitable perspectives to become losers in the classical fashion manufactured by the current state of the general law insisting the cosmos compressed as much impressed with the urge to force brief conformity Here and there, and no matter how productive there are always going to be gaps in the labor linking one idea to another where missed pieces of information lead to miscommunication projected by the emotions and presence found Here among the advanced primate hybrids we have been serving in secrets forgotten…’




dodecadouchebagadon

out of Context;
‘Here with our fluctuating moods and experiences melding together as one homogeneous total that cannot be merely separated strand by strand by these human hands even as the human minds analyze every detail possible to keep things moving and adapting through the struggles of humanity one at a time… as easy as it appears to blame the black or white sides of an argument for a distortion of reality even though we all do this in some regard realizing we are naked without a shroud to hold back the stoic winds of ironic change truly indifferent to challenge as the serious and inane meet and they seem locked apart in duality, though we can easily realize that this is illusory…’