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…’
out of Context;
‘concrete straight jacket restrictions implying that only a specific number of lives may ever be saved as from presupposed apocalypse death of the earth and everything on it is still as yet completely absurd and without end it seems… the slow stoned mind comes to perceive these things in ways that are distracting from the normal scope of the accepted average that finds a mantelpiece glory at the drop of a hat in the entertainment ecology blinding its denizens with such dark lights as revealed bouncing from such abyssal features reaching to cannibalize the meat of the issues surrounding our thoughts, we make ourselves empty by giving these thoughts over to the deity figured as it eats away into our field of dreams…’
out of Context;
‘the mouth of the ouroboros spinning ’round… we ride the scales along this circular circadian trip that times our process of living and dying as well as the consequences rippling from all the actions connected to the act of being as the incarnated form of individual grows up to be the adult human sphincter closing off reality and property when it comes time to enshroud the culture in its own government so that the people can compare notes between each other, to further the flow of ideas toward something of a solution as to why this spiritual machine has become the most corrupted edifice it is today…’
out of Context;
‘if only there were some cocaine in front of me in the Here and Now once more making my throat and mind numb to the hapless patterns that we all have in one way or another allowed our many selves to get encapsulated within as the drone mentality (read; static) wears simple function to its barest bones when the human is ready to become equipped for much more than task of labor alone, the animated features of the animal in the blood mingle with this human machine as it moves reinforced by the present appraisal of the world soul transitioning into a mechanistic reality that decides to provoke the fate of the human animal into knowing the position of its own end as larger cosmic bodies swiftly and fluidly swing back and forth in oblong circles rotating…’
out of Context;
‘behind a mask of observation decked out in their finest threads that make no real sense except in the most archaic ways that distract away from the actuality that manifests as unmistaken reality present in every single being in the out there that ever was including myself, but i digress as we are never so limited to the roles that are inflicted upon us in annoying judgments and ignorant calls for explanation when the act is art defining itself, the parameters of the human mind are far too deep to be a simple exploration for anyone else to just automatically “get” as though understanding were simple to obtain as utilitarian tool for the mind…’