out of Context;
‘we could never be anything else… we describe the many different elements so easily even as we are selective with our participation in those few events taken to be the what we think we want to involve ourselves within because we follow our destiny dragging us through the mire, from the utter desolation of loneliness that triggers a deep-heated hatred inside of us to refuse others who may guide us to a more brilliant conclusion as the general glare of the multitude refuses us as we are…’
out of Context;
‘whether you realize it or not humanity does not exist at the point of a sword demanding the victim to yield by force, but this cannot lead to a valuable outcome as those odd officials we have already seen on the latest news programs can attest to scandal in the midst of service to others as the more selfish and unavoidably sour in this culture choose to maniacally subvert positive attention to exalt the extreme negative as a secret authority masked from people they are chosen to convince they serve at all costs… casualties of the violent wages paid by all who were drafted to play in the last war to be revealed in this way as the figureheads have fallen after the fact of their utility has passed and so trust cannot be manufactured…’
out of Context;
‘an almost parallel psychic sympathy crossing one personal consciousness over edges of the fictitious and factual blurring lines and perceptive awareness… the psychedelic gap that finds its way into the dialogue because it is an essence vital to the next modern spirit advancing beyond the inhibitions of this last age lost to us through wages of war and secrecy gone against a people’s true willpower as a facet left undisclosed to others wishing to exploit for opportunity this real magic of truth, their agents are trained not to speak in the codes of the majority to distinguish their material power for the others even though it never stops too many from abusing the powers granted to make the person as marked authority figure from then on with current suspicions of corruption igniting remarks…’
out of Context;
‘these disastrous desires as a concentrated conscience bears the burden recalled of now as discipline, the magician’s wand as fisted phallic symbol waving ‘abracadabra’ all over those magical things creating offshoots with some unique signature partially aware of the service for which they are conceived as to the burden of waste placed upon the rest of a wasted negative age washed away by corrosive behaviors surging forward into the darkness to try understanding why it is there to begin with, but soon even these ideal goals are to be cast aside in the cold and brilliant analytic lights as senses…’
out of Context;
‘shared but unseen as it exists in those darkest of the malefic reaches where a malfunction of a mind and body inhabit the similar space as that emotional form shaped by fluctuating patterns of those wildly mutating and interspersed in-between other senses surrounding the human being, acts of doing as much with our short time Here as is capable for one person suffering dry heaves from a holy mal de mer…’
out of Context;
‘wanting features of one’s owned self launches into a rancid fit of disapproval for the centuries never to have lived as current crusades visible seem to lack in comparison with the epic validations that few of us nowadays have the will to achieve as originally attentive study perhaps, but this i can only surmise as true to assume as our world is still epically spinning even as we choose to dehumanize and compress and pull all passion out of a very real history for the general gratification in self-possessed “greater good” ideal broken by wealth and greed unleashed in a system that would embrace all stances with at least some respect for individuality as now a modern plague…’
out of Context;
‘glories subjectively perceived one mind’s eye at a time in random sequential orders to proceed or be one of the terminated, executed, or further translated into the underlying programming we still strive to understand in our quaint human way of opinions that truly individuates us from any other creature on the planet left wondering what else is there out Here whether tranquil wilderness or violent caustic vibrations that leap and electrify the lust and animated detail for disgusted laughter shared between the fluctuating particulars of human existence most peculiar indeed… launched into the wide unknown…’
out of Context;
‘motor soul aspects of the greater being we know as ourselves, and the variables consistent enough to give access between these analytic functions of consciousness and a baser body in motion as the beast resides within as much without as the many decades fitting layers that collapse into place revealing further definitive forces lodged deeper than merely flesh can contain, trying to find traction in the struggle that suffering alludes to as delicate banquet to the senses…’
out of Context;
‘the soul and its driving engine inside this machine trying to understand the degrading of the dream into this nonsense of reality as material destination Here amidst the flocking horde, a worshipful diatribe against we are found within like an egg to be hatched free to release the creature that later dies as random effect of time and space as detail to another puzzling picture put together wrong through the eyes of a preacher taking steps as the many others before him have to cater their interpretation of the biblical proportions to suit what their deluded ideas of a greater good is whether a heart is in the right place makes no difference…’
out of Context;
‘not everything is as it seems to be at first glancing blows as the charm lifts up through the nose salty-smelling assaults those holes filled with a scented will flickering like candles dim in the medieval appropriate chamber for a chapel to pray to a lord god to summon over the sheep mewling by the steeple, and the fat bellies of gods rotted against odds because their lot was drawn before the rest of the parade of worthwhile decay has the rest of us sit and wait for our turn to ascend the few idle cold stares masked and unaware as the energy underneath the solid seeming seamy as it churns…’