out of Context;
‘inside our minds, there are different concepts vying for control on the connecting pathways that drive our movements internally before they have become the externalized dose of material moving of its own interests, but we are not wholly locked this way forever as the indebtedness we exercise as guilt over the ephemeral chains that claim us all to these solid states of chaos masked as a real life game of human time taken linearly as a serious thing to draw us further into the swirling loop of confusing concepts and the indistinct blurry realities that float all around among us as the Muse’s visionary dream inhales breath of life from the human animal…’
out of Context;
‘the wealth of definitions became odd fragments of glorified knowledge where only the most holy were given the rights to the sacred ideas of destiny… fate has always been a disjointed revolution of cycles as the quaking and volcanic corruptions were spoiled into blackening the atmosphere Here, each new castle built from the bones of dead stinging bits embedded in the tight stones used for the walls despotic and erotic in our new digs as merchants of the soul’s precious tissue, but we are not necessarily god’s soldiers as taught by nazi pig bastards who say they give a fuck but do not listen respectfully by the end of even a ten second statement that could corrupt the youth just as easily as any other televised lie out there…’
out of Context;
‘that vicious, selfish chromosome that swims through the DNA/ RNA strands like a shark hunting down the necessary traits that make one awake, and able to pull the strings that create this living vessel as extension to control strand of fate lying in the idle hands of human weight… tied together indiscriminate of the ways in which we can manifest, but aware of the process by which we all endure in order to be Here today without the push of trivial foreplay into the sexual revolution of reality, the surge of linear time works on a massive delay before any part of the whole can begin to comprehend anything the “right” way in a more developed light…’
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…’