‘…united statistics promoting or denying what we believe… proclivities toward deciphering what we can from the elements of skills established by experience and talents innately attached to however the sum of parts equates to us as human beings with some strangely-charming quirks and attitudes overlapping genetic codes conflicting with foundations of self and tradition interwoven between gaps and epochs of epic societal upheaval beyond parenthetical times framed by subtly radioactive strands modeling digital archives condensed to piece together provocative and such controversial states all the stirring of these overlapping thoughts as dramas of dust inside of our heads relentless until our deaths, as which we are beholden unto them in their mighty cringe as libel labels and branding to say this level of gossip is a constant medieval torture of faucet-dripping schizophrenia…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…compulsive fools who clear the way through nature of the subtle yet sincere darkness Here compelling us forward without regard for the respect or feelings of others, what demons we are when first converging out of the ephemeral potential that lies within us as organic creatures reproducing so casually as to cause chaos because nature wills it to be so without our direct and active participation outrageous to think on a primal animal level we are merely pawns puppets and people constantly looped into overreaction time and again too often defining our character by the rhythmic routines that carry us from waking life to dreams and back through the machines another apparatus moving us like avatars sorting us out better than we command them to do, in a world consumed by hordes of postmodernists…’
out of Context – ‘…involuntarily celibate stutter as though the words could ever make sense in your lifetime because none of the idolized coolness will stay familiar what with all these new-fangled technobabble placed Here to impress your friends if you can really call them that if there is no bond beyond acquaintance being social as a hobby for some those whom collect people to insulate themselves from prominent problems of the day in either confusing their unique qualities as special or truly afraid of the glitch in these systems like a piece of cracking glass that slowly yet steadily yields to shatter, usually at the most inconvenient moments whether driving by rocks thrown as walls and ceilings collapse creating a different reality new to the user whose interface requires a more engaging personality doing the best it can…’
‘…elements of the social conundrum beaten repeated from answers to questions in rhythm though not harmony with the random shades of thought which take up residence in my headspace conditioned through years of trying to figure things out and then stopping to rest in peace even if there are no rest stops Here along the road or however the pathway is presented to you alone for you are behind the wheel to drive this analysis engine down the streets collected stray emotions register obstacles, as the harmful approach to a situation erodes personal common bonds to other people as the crazy distance asserted by default lacking the basic awareness to properly aid another as you would wish to be supported through doubts attempting not to falter once some momentum forms spinning anxious plates around us…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…phases fabricating artifacts passing terror with each step doing what we have to get beyond these thresholds that hold us back repressively disconnecting us from our greatest assets in each other without malice or jealousy becoming median motivating factors for human conquest most grotesque as witnessed and reiterated time and again when history repeats the patterns people seek for comfort to realize the whole world is hostile to a default degree of subtlety than we can readily perceive in the daily struggles achieved, Here to be freed from fascist creeds and maxims whose expiration date seems to have been many moons ago though today have the same strains of bigoted ignorance bearing fruit of innocence to become warped by the ideals of corrupted agents in such idioms of state and religion as allows hypocrites…’
‘…objecting to neglect trying our best to fight the dying of the light when no other enemies surround us today looking instead to flickers of brightness that shock the senses raw into reset as the eyes roll back in their respective head seeing the blindness in the sky strike as a lightning bolt between ears and eyes in attempting to stay conscious through that charged currency meeting resistance with morbid stillness and silence… what tricks are we trading up for when we finally decide for ourselves to advance beyond the weights set against our personal momentum from traveling the cosmic far away there moving all mutable variations with silent logic drifting between liminal spaces nominally imaginary amongst those who cannot experience the depth of layers in nuance as much nuisance of the senses…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…many of us have been vehemently brainwashed into thinking and acting in specific ways that do benefit those profit seekers willing to cross as many lines before they die just to say they did it without any real regard for the victims created from this hostile treatment which comes back upon all threatening forces wrongly denying their part, playing a prominent role in question used as critical authority over anything Here becomes a corrupting power absolutely answers excusing without explaining behaviors detrimental to our collective existence where mercy is denied except from accepted terrestrial persons in charge and asking to be taken as our leaders when they have not represented their various people for too many aeons passed beyond recognition of whatever can be genuinely interpreted as sincere in such inhospitable places…’
‘…dressed as empty words trigger horrid feelings inevitably causing wounds of more than a physical nature as pieces of friendship and pedantic leanings can fall apart when the communication is rife and rich with inane layers obsequious surmise to all persons involved tired trope conducive to remaining in contact or connected throughout the journey without any regard for meaning well being intact as people endure each other and their irrespective bullshit thrown up like vomit projects a wall of excuses that aren’t cut to fit that glitch inside my mouth that tells me what to say when it turns the brain off, it makes me go insane as weaponized masses of dysfunction that grow into thick tumors which yield a syrupy pus drawn from a deep sickness that prevails over what cultural graveyards we have…’ – out of Context
‘…rough breathing suggests a challenge defeated by those forced to give up one at a time as that drowning choking entity in seize of suffering not knowing what to do next by having to face my fears in the ways musical harmonious with how one doing might perceive those credentials to become truly human instead of some contradictory asshole whose only delight seems to be what keeps disappointing others as though a pushing motion of the mind’s eye by threatening turmoil in seeking answers of darkness that may lay too far outside the range of shining, out from of our personal lighthouse whose illumination guides these vessels back to wherever home happens to be for beings of light no matter how muted by the filth of humanity snuffing out or we kill the flame…’ – out of Context
‘…cause the enemies crossfire to glide over my position to give me away now into feeding for slow advancement this desert of the real with my primal substance unless the minds were Here to grow a better future than this odd scene engaged with iconic pressures from dystonic imagery twisting our bodies and mind in particular ways to peculiar behaviors and mannerisms that hide our rotting corpses a little bit longer as the flame of the soul melts the individual from within candles flaring, spontaneous combustion trying to be randomly exciting igniting confusion for our saturated egos are digesting one detail after the other in collection to attain a prominent place relating us to the songs we sing to dance to laugh to know we exist Here at all is divinity…’ – out of Context