out of Context;
‘by previous gods we worshiped into a stillborn truth as dying proof of an end… the signs and symbols eat faith and vision as the bound beast born of flesh cycles through imperfection in many realms of conscious attention in constant motion, the warrior-hero within is always battling against the dying of the light whether the person becomes poet or fighter is no different than any other projection of this inner force representing that spark eternal that flares and flickers passionately inside us all…’
out of Context;
‘this too is an illusion to face on the daily repetition of events… stooped over staring with a dead-eyed blankness to the face, the silence being the perfect time to provoke the secret feelings to overwhelm the sensual part of the soul stirring inside the chamber of the human heart as lust and love become one and the same thing, but there is already traditions of social consequence upheld by the general law as gravity of some morally responsible but ambiguous consciousness as weighty as the mythic gods over our heads built upon by various layers of human thought and need for authority…’
out of Context;
‘religion is dead as the ultimate authority over our placid collective heads as locked away into those occult spaces where thought and feeling seem destined to collide like worlds praying for some collaboration of energy, conjoined by wishes and fishes swimming in the see with neanderthal faces eating the youth with abandon as we have always tried devouring each other in some circle jerk aesthetic that feeds our wasted bits and bytes of data back to us…’
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…’
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‘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…’
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…’
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…’
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‘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…’
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‘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…’
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…’