out of Context;
‘undulating waves of grey into this stark and cruel reality where it would appear dreams are stomped down as readily as they would appear to be exalted into the chivalry of grandiose gesture as it would try to rule over us all, amidst this confusion that is a not-so-necessary reality as by-product of this casual assault on the average conscious human being which arranges for the laze that permeates our disconnected species, and dissolving as well as mechanizing the rules of engagement between cosmic forces as order ‘seems’ to work against chaos even though the tandem impressions are what we perceive Here… this place is run by whelps disgraceful at what they choose to do as antidote to their own personal horror of selfish dementia condemning the rational mind that would abuse their access to power…’
out of Context;
‘we are social cripples tormented by our contradictory versions of the proper way as it conflicts with outside views and other established means of motion along this trail we have left behind us to always remind us of where we once stood as ornate decoration once all the hard work was done before our arrival, we are in a station of contempt among our fellow emotional travelers through all these dark and visceral dimensions as we struggle together in a collective notion that we can fix the broken machine no matter how decomposed or rusted it happens to be, but if we are to conclude to a synthesis of what we “know” as fact repairing this emotional machine first instead of the proving of a worth and of values that never make any sense…’
out of Context;
‘even as a new age dawns there still remains a very ancient mindset locked on channels too fierce to describe as you really must experience the cold and chill as denizens of the lower class do whose true power still as yet is reigned in like a slave to the fascist capitalist system that complies with no people’s demands, but instead respects nothing exceptional but a stabilizing command of the real as it is now made of quicksand peaking for temporary spans only in this survival-of-the-fittest bullshit in a patriarchal remnant of prehistory that prides the negative and the masculine drives to conquer and succeed at others’ expense, we have retained this way for too long to work in our favor any more as the odds have become too stacked to one side’s interests…’
out of Context;
‘all the jesus fish flushed against the exit under false impressions as the smarter of us start creating their own versions of this new mode called ‘reality’ enforced by the others that are locked with us inside of the bubble as well… some of us have spun around this axis before only to come back once the illusion rekindled its interest to calling back the conscious beings in wanting to know that the density they are traveling through is not only one in the out there, but is in fact yet another pocket inside the multitudinous universe as it expands and contracts around the idea of a conscious existence that asks for somewhere there is no action from which to retract oneself away from, even though both the positive and negative influences are utilized and enmeshed…’
out of Context;
‘the acknowledged commodity of social confrontation as we will have to come down a couple notches for a horrid truth to be revealed to a terribly programmed mind, and the circuits for mutual respect are a little bit busted loose as i cannot hear all of those true words coming out of your head like a preacher spouting faith to the faithless wretch… do they disbelieve what really is going on out there, or is there some other fascinating vision guiding the eyes through the worst of it finally landing outside of our front doors?… the machine has had problems far longer than anyone wishes to admit as we from inside have to realize our place Here in changing it for the better instead just agreeing with what is already there when we get to this end…’
out of Context;
‘the aggressive human insect works and toils at the raw earth and dirt to create something out of the dense patterns of everything real there is now available to us, the dark only lingers fat and limpid with potential energy as it keeps ever building further into the stratospheres of space/ time conundrum made living thing Here where the combination of ingredients has made all the difference in the evolving mentality of the species, but are we tricked into place believing the lies that permeate this informative topsoil thick with the particulars of the individual experience waiting to be somehow acknowledged…’
out of Context;
‘quaint rational sources of explanation are not enough for the truly innovative to advance the rest of us past the moronic oblivion we seem destined for by allowing others to lead with such authority, it seems wholly insane to my senses to give those bitches the power to control the many with such strength of conviction and confidence that heroes previously needed, but then again the demons inviting the disaster creep delicately through the human forums easily when no one sees their face because the influence needs a disguise in order to manipulate so many of us at once… influence in the media allows for that “mask” to be flexible and tight enough to sometimes keep out the leaks of disdain and impatience for humanity instead of a fiery compassion that would need no masks to hide…’
out of Context;
‘the atrophied wealth of the dictators managing the imaginary assets of the people like game pieces on a curved board floating in the dark, and it is the many faces of the people and not the laws enforced by those propaganda mind police lurking behind billboards and commercial screens when they appear on the long drive through life in general private to the point of the closed-off minds of conservative dysfunction as it has bought-in and souled-out to the system… for the generations that have passed as our collective minds more ensnared by this stiff visual encapsulated by an oil-mad world where plastics abound…’
out of Context;
‘time wears us all down to our last nervous fiber of energy, it is us who has the taste for this ichor of filth in mouth even as we claim godliness next to cleanliness to some extreme cliched faithless tips for living straight… which is next to impossible in this state of displaced ideas and the memes on parade through whatever means that are necessary to us at the period when an act meets its completion through the hands and feelings of humanity, and then it is always on to the next task without a moment’s hesitation ideally…’
out of Context;
‘it is us that see them as it is they that see us so clearly and yet so distinctly alien as we touch another realm of time set in existence where there were few things that went as expected in the greater whole that we know in the Now that we summon from nothing, the parts are all Here just floating and streaming through our heads in holographic fragments waiting for us to get a clue into tapping our personal threads of Self to unify as opposed to nullify the threshold of destiny in overprotective and zealous acts…’