out of Context;
‘we are predictable pieces of meat that fit into a grand structure ideally of autonomy in daily life, the human being is one of many tools that can be utilized for its ignorance besides the fact that they are so convinced themselves that they are rational creatures, but here lies the crux of the situation that we can see a brilliantly hopeful horizon in the distance even as we stand amidst the trash and debris that the mad wealthy allow to tumble through the streets because they are so “happy”… which really translates as indifference, but the wealthy have infected the common working human with these skewed ideas as well…’
out of Context;
‘the morgue fills with dead forms milling about while their spirits find ways to detach from real places they once knew, the wailing banshee always in mourning the perpetual dusk of dread while searching to lodge in a far away land, and maybe to be reborn as a new missionary of man’s progress through a damned struggle with demand… the only question asking soulless things how they would live if they were given the one chance to be incarnated as a being in flesh, i believe this is something of the state we are in, and the cosmos is so utterly more vast than the microcosmic mind can comprehend only the surface of such explorations inside our heads…’
out of Context;
‘ however, our pure resistance to the exploitation is not the only consistent piece of affliction that we seem to commiserate around a campfire heat at night, and everything appears hunky-dory when the break of dawn comes to enlighten the masses again from east to west as another revolution winds ’round and under our cultural belt… the mishap is that we trust implicitly that weaver at work on the cosmic tapestry, and what if we are a nanotechnology from another eon going deeper (through astral, etheric and material layers) as we ride the rest of that silver thread down into the pits of hell and back, as though a floating and dynamic bungee yo-yo fluctuating information along its route as carrier accelerating evenly between opposing realms as in a grand array of all dichotomies at once…’
out of Context;
‘the throngs eat shit because survival is not for the fittest or even the weakest, for there would have to be a much more subtle and insidious greatest common denominator to link us as one species, but my question is more built in a curiosity whether to consider the human with other animals… the human has embodied a representative feature for the neanderthal in its growth as much as the alien humanoid with the vast future potential found in the science fiction stories of human creation, all unique worlds holographically projected into the ether from within the mass of matter and space that could be otherwise known to be the brain, and its organic circuitry works in collaboration with the sensitive membranes and receptors that enmesh to create the organic portal…’
out of Context;
‘i have no respect to share with others my vision out of fear of corruption by estranged ideas of capitalist motivations that are not my own… fearing a lack of vision, i am stupefied by my lack of motivation, and now the person i thought i loved is being pushed around by my emotions even as we both try to collect our bearings… now we are merely roommates trying to figure out where we stand with one another in light of opposing directions of growth, but we had known this for some time now and were trying to rearrange elements that were getting in the way of being human to each other, a lesson however which i have failed to interpret accurately and retain to progress the well-being of at least a friendship between us…’
out of Context;
‘nervous and self-consciously aware before we fall to sleep in this dreamy anti-wake state… where the words contort into the springboard from which all this anti-matter spits is the wealth of a collective area of consciousness residing above where the heart sits, the visceral mind wishes to know the means to the end by moving as may pieces of the clueless fauna left wandering around with their plans, but at any time the summons can be made and the voices of gods will be loud and pleading for a new kind of change in the world… one that perhaps takes us back into the distance of the past from a very real point of vantage that will remain undisturbed in light of humanity’s dramatic twists and turns…’
out of Context;
‘we are summoned Here by the ritual of sequence and consequence, as the actors we display ourselves by the heartless fist for progress that fascism has become more common in relation to progress, and stupid boys think that they can run or own the world and all those precious commodities stored within it… however, a fatal flaw lingers between the entertainment and the entertained when it comes to matters of agenda, and you can only string along willing participants so long before a simple breakdown in communication tatters it all to shreds because this is just so-called continuity ripped from the arms of chaos in meditation… the tormental downpour from animistic thoughts with lives of their own one day soon crawling through the streets like rats before moving upright in the world…’
out of Context;
‘we are more than a constrained belief system Here, we are more than the ants we might appear as from too far above in the unquantified mass contained in the atmosphere over our heads, and the cosmic spill to which we coincide with the rest of this synchronous behavior as the money falls where it may as banksters explode from the pressure underneath their suits… they have robbed us over and over again because this is a system built by the power and gain of opportunistic leaders attesting that they are the ones discriminated against in some seedy form of power play that pushes all the right people out of their jobs…’
out of Context;
‘the history edible and viable for the consuming mass quality in the realm of life phased constantly between the material lines and the crossing of artificial boundaries of growth meant to subdue the physical swell in number of individual cells that would consolidate into one massive titanous form to behold, as though this were some kind of Clive Barker tale at all, but no this is how all of the pieces even the feces come together within us to be expressed as the human being… no way to escape this grotesque burlesque or its dancing fools shambling the entertainment into a new state of frenzy to keep the surging binary code at work…’
out of Context;
‘the innocent are claimed by the ignorant in haste to cull the herd of its tame and unwanted swollen members… the fiends play outright under pious paradigm twist as the truth flies in retreat from this secular thing suckling the being’s spiritual energy out of a greedy lust for life, molesting belief until it molds its own untruth that is built up into a rationalized system as it then begins to establish rules and constrictions to prove and support this alternate reality until a jagged extension cuts up through the unspoken of barriers always at rest until the next one is ready to come in to make personal wishes as fulfilled as possible as long as you realize you always have the capability until you are dead again, but this molested untruth branches and breaks off…’