out of Context;
‘there are discrepancies in this story, the rebellion is cut short by the genes of the lurking manipulators whose only reason to bring children into this plane is the creation of a scapegoat, and to inflict a sense of “world” order upon the more inferior of classes… what lies we are fed and oblige to continue to believe even as those ideals are proven wrong to follow closely… even as the naive lamb is run to the slaughter by the heartless mob mentality called ‘society’, there are tears of joy that conflict with the rage and anger at betrayal from the hands of leaders because they wish the changes to push themselves to the forefront of the human consciousness, and set about to cryptically terrorize and cannibalize the remains of what justice we ever had…’
out of Context;
‘libido taken for granted… our culture makes us rodent-like, scrambling into the dark whenever we have a thought that isn’t a standard, that sudden potential taken too far… what keeps one sane amidst all the wrong-doing?… our modern porno-graffiti subduing the good orgones gone bad, easily repressing or denying the lowest common denominator of human sexuality, but with no other reality than the expression of every feel good aspect there could ever have been like a pack of nerves raging to hard-on… there is no way to really capture and try to convince anyone that what you are doing has a purpose, especially among the fascist hordes breeding all around you, and following the popular chanting hymns…’
out of Context;
‘some people fit the role of the parent, but many others just breed to get the sexual satisfaction out of their systems, while a few others take themselves out of the procreative loop that our flesh invokes once we reach maturity… does nature evolve along with its inhabitants?… people in business get too complacent when things go right, thinking they will always go correctly, and the boss gets just as deluded as anyone else underneath their power in the hierarchical blame game… whosoever fucks up first becomes the pet scapegoat for the rest of the group, but only inasmuch as that person become a pariah or ostracized by the group…’
out of Context;
‘you can see it pisses me off into the barest threads of nonsense what we repeat and leach and die for off of the central horrible (whore able) affliction distressing the conscious whole, as the sharks and opportunists scramble for the blood like red jewels shooting out of the veiny little ley lines networking along our arms and legs, and the sinister singing fling of the fist into the face of another fellow human being strikes me with painful distrust for our own push and thrust that we might somehow know better for no other reason than what we think we own… we object to this grand operating directive of ‘kill thy neighboring states’ because what will be left when a black horizon glows with death…’
out of Context;
‘if it is not then let us see what will become of the both of us because time is of the essence and the shortness of breath is just the first of many symptoms in this ramshackle machine we are skeletons within, and we all go right for the throats of each other in spite of this linkage between that irreversibly leaves us horribly bound together with a ghastly mood subjecting the others to this bastard entertainment before the whole civilization, there are no rules inside the head except that which you let in… giving permission before the disqualified peanut gallery of woes and foes all chained together in anatomic purge of sensory data that will master us before the day is come, as one by one we all crawl the surface of this earthen hovel…’
out of Context;
‘a distillation of stupidity inside the crowded room, elementally no one cares about your problems but you unless it becomes clearly another person’s problem to deal with while around you… always in conflict with the beings we are compared with the beings we wish to be, and those others gathered around us with no further motivation to help or aid, we remain docile to a corrupt system that requires us to be wholly subservient to motives we are never privy to until it could be too late to do anything to counteract disposal… just because we perceive this corruption does not mean that we care for the people having to deal with this face-to-face themselves…’
out of Context;
‘we are the discounted and occluded, we stem from a systemic ignorance that seems to ignore what real suffering is, but the question will hang until it becomes so terribly true… are we the doomed?… the instinct says one thing, but the intuition can quite a bit differ from being agreeably bound into one form, torturing the living inhabitants of these human animals to no end… the hieroglyphs scar the cavern walls seeking meaning where once there was a different kind of symbolism, the gestures that can only be guessed at from one static remainder, and this process of history keeps being wiled away from the minds needing nourishment the most… thoughts eaten of their impact by a scandalous second guess symptomatic of the cringing base of our behavior…’
out of Context;
‘trying to find a strong decisive attitude among the weak feels next to impossible for anyone like me who does not appear to give any bit of a shit for any other beings but themselves, one can put on the mask of concern just as easily as the mask of disgust, and usually it is these roles that make us fake a sense of things as they are when really there is no idea in our heads as to what the next step might be Here… we tremble and shiver as the cold realization sends chilling sparks down our spines, and we each realize we must get moving to resolve something without an obvious solution, not just going through the random motions of abuse as befits our idiot arrogance… the real truths are not some abstract principle…’
out of Context;
‘this is all the trash that needs to be sorted out properly in order for the patterns to be changed with a solid foundation in reality instead utter lack of respect for anyone else that could possibly grow to enjoy my company, you need to leave me without this emotional grip like a collection of bad memeories hanging around long enough to jinx the whole relationship i have with my well-being, and what little sanity remains with the others around me… the corrupt hands of my negative side hangs limp in the air, the living shadow that has no reason to stall for more time Here, and this is because it is not wanted where living things dare… it has become a bomb instead of carrot held over the head to lead a crusade…’
out of Context;
‘the titanic fiends with their apocryphal dreams hardwired into their heads without a single regard for a real human life, but rather just the repetition of this life that gives way to an unused potential through greed and manipulation and this survival urge twisted into a game to be played by those without even knowledge of rules, the frightened cower there in their own selfish pools of urine as the form drops dead without warning… though this is only a symptom of how wrong we can be, and the repercussions of standing by those concepts through to an unholy fruition for mad ideas bordering on false glory…’