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Judas was a Patsy.

out of Context;
‘so we keep a biased legend like Judas selling out Jesus as a lesson to reinforce certain moral behaviors even if the opposite were somehow proven true, and it is Here that we tie the noose around the righteous instead of understanding the message they might relate to us becoming so quick to judge when we do not know, and it is then that a moral fable becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy with humanity selling itself out to be enslaved by real impiety…’




Rotten, My Loins

out of Context;
‘i am unclean down to the worse sense and it starts with ignorance on my part, and a lust which became my worst enemy as much my inner demon bared and revealed before my mind’s eye as worthwhile nemesis to have when the rest of civilization is still in a state of transition to some extent where there are still many casualties to that brutal and heinous abuse of trust which contorts the positive thoughts and vibration that friends would naturally share, enemies on the other hand bathe in mutual disgust for the other so much…’




Western Mysteries.

out of Context;
‘beyond room for breathing or thinking as the vacuum taps into our collective soul transmitting a signal that breaks beyond those simple distractions that anchor us to trivial sacrifice and useless artificial idols drawn from the myths of age it is vital to coagulate these entities together into the cohesive ride which is the inspired individual, and when sacred wisdom can align itself with the modern age looking for inspiration universal as legendary cure to the infected dysfunction that has crept into our hearts and minds of dynamic yet cynical source…’




May I?

out of Context;
‘in the life of artforms, or what may be called a variation in technique and mediums as the movements inspire waves of ideas to materialize as representation of the particular symbolism taking root in the reality from the seeds of imagination into alternate conclusions between those visceral realities which manifest the procreative animals who fornicate and conceive a new organic portal, then from there the cloning occurs in such a way as to recombine the multitude of traits that differ among primary parental models who themselves are as imperfect clones of the system as well…’




Touch the Enslaved

out of Context;
‘existence as a test of the more frictional parts of the real as reflections in a pool or a mirror provoking the images to move as vice versa the images have revealed what the beings do as they move, suprahuman all the way to whatever consciousness we perceive as god are forces immaterial but in no way diminished by the lack of a visible proof beyond tales of mythical origin each coming to fruition of truth as a single branch on this tree of life becoming a living thing that grows from conscious explorations in the dark matter of reality, and it is this which sparks electric the human into feats of strength and resilience as much as those most heinous and terrible acts…’




24 Hour Four Twenty

out of Context;
‘the full throttle of a weekend good time, but little did the hint of haphazard human fallibility as it would be later known to the ever-inclusive ‘we’ ever shine through to the rational or practical views of what a ‘good time’ really consists of when the drugs are shuffled around among associates as complimentary acquaintances in stressful sequences of give-and-take condensed into those moments you never get back… the night loops back through to me in a memory state feeling heavy in the head barren of any simplicity beyond the momentary that fragments or recoils in horror at the human condition…’




Guilt Pig

out of Context;
‘in the distracting qualities of assessing the situation… the struggle to survive the hustling which keeps this behemoth alive and killing its residents Here, resisting the act of omnipresence endorsed by a society that would prefer to shuttle those who cannot be controlled into their manufactured prisons to harness the energy each prisoner is capable of in their lifespan to generate much like the “horsepower” that works inside of an engine, but imagine it is a social engine that drains this life out of the living to sustain an incredulous and wasteful means of which to exist by affording the most splendid objects possible in order to promote oneself as the superior to all others as a champion or king might relish… each person searching for their own kingdom…’




Apprehension of Unlucky Fools

out of Context;
‘the culture we appear within is a casual standard by which we mark and measure our limitations and ability to move freely, contrasting the modernity of Now against previous ideas of what the future was to hold for its people when the right sacrifices were made, but we get trapped in sovereign themes of debt by following their rules of civility and not our own as time wanes between the violent mood swings of governmental and ethical classifications that batter us from one biased side to the next to reinforce the idea of futility embedded into the modern Mankind’s mindset by the now-televised subliminal control with demographic lines as the new statistical boundaries to measure general productivity and subservience to the degree that authority requires to keep us under watch like the human cattle we have become…’




Douchebag Prophesy or Conspiracy?

out of Context;
‘the works of others perhaps seeming more alien to our own differences and tastes, but allowing access to the grand Akashic records of thought and feeling and mood and texture that are ever out there awaiting someone to achieve understanding as bliss and blessing among the blind and the comfortable, the ministrations of the elite class are siphoning more and more from what little authority we hold as the WholE sits slack-jaw and waiting for an oblivion to free us from our holding cell as death is a final fatal Mystery to behold…’




Psychopathic Salespeople from Hell.

out of Context;
‘this tidal debris left remaining Here and much more of that corpse-like feeling and pale lodged in a random state lost in thought angry somewhere, lurching out of the nowhere from beyond the coffin lid exploded into wide-mouthed strike as the leech drives towards a pulse inside the throat as the hungry monster or ghost might attack in a fake world where we do not try to actively understand each other without some incentive to the expenditure of energy, and the system takes the place of that desiccated form leaching the love and faith away into a processing to transform the impulses into filth and lust and depravity openly corrosive to once precious ideas of natural wisdom… a telepathic social neurotic toxin fed to us throughout our lives Now…’