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the Golden ass.

out of Context;
‘it may seem unreal an idea to some, but those are mainly the intellectual folks who “know” otherwise or the right way to go about things in this world, your basic person is very literally lead and fed by a safety net system that drives us to the ends of the earth for further grotesque establishment of a sheltered environment in which to raise the youth in comfort and without ideas of harm perverting their minds… our concepts of innocence lost realized in fear, and much like the protagonist who becomes the “golden ass”, we all have this bizarre derivative of innocent curiosity twisted into the insatiable desire and unrelenting curiosity to see and understand magic or the real mystery of active reality…’




swarms of the Sycko phanatic.

out of Context;
‘to confuse and access a very different alignment of facts as food for the digestion of real parts to translate into the fake or imaginary realms implanted for growth like a seed… we spent the previous week in odd anticipation of the event even though it was unconfirmed whether we were to meet the band after the show or not, and it seems that wristbands make the idiots stand out more for their love of gloom-infused darkly poetic music when fellow gathered gothic twats vie for a spot on the coveted ‘meet-and-greet’ line-up, where the lead singer of the group was quoted saying, “…10 minutes. no bullshitting, no stories…”…’




the spoils of Whores.

out of Context;
‘distracting ourselves with menial displeasures, goddamn the arch-nemesis of the good people, and the uttered disgraces at the truly fundamental foundations forged under false impressions… what starts as an experiment in freedom, which some willing wager never was the original agenda of the forefathers, disintegrates and becomes this fetid and foul smelling killing joke that crushes the spirit of the people that fall hypnotically under sway of its stink… thinking that the disaffected will be repelled by goodwill and hopeful crusades alone is unacceptable…’




Welcome to mayday.

out of Context;
‘but even this appearance is illusory because the particles and strings and every other theory on the table now is in the state of almost tangible evidence, the ghost in the system has almost emerged like a phoenix from the flames, and we cannot stop even though on some level we find ourselves seriously impaired and without humane guidance right at this point Here and now… still searching and waiting and watching the atmosphere for signs of stress in the coming events, the sky is falling like hammers on anvils, but no one cares any more about the immediacy of the real as the idolatry of the future…’




ancient Throwbacks, worthless Tenacity.

out of Context;
‘something dark and extreme rolls down the tracks, the arms of ‘Merica marked with the glory holes stretched to reveal a tight fondness for abuse, and the masters we have allowed to lead us made good use of our fragile minds and emotions for the past four or five decades fundamentally to break down the resistance… however, they never realized that we are more than the sum of the parts, and a truly humane humanity will prevail overall as the hollow and fake fall from their prominent places in society… freedom is the crown to the tree of life…’




tender Facade.

out of Context;
‘an ironic or sarcastic tone will denote that some people are friends in truth, and will stick by their other true friends, while there are also those who have friends and only live for themselves… just different kinds of people Here that’s all, and some have an easier time dealing with this mess than the rest of us, to me the logistics of this shady situation are truly undefined and out of whack… maybe a bitter lesson to learn, but there are few other people trustworthy enough to tell everything to and confide in, these people are elusive beasts indeed with their valuable wealth of positive energy…’




Celebrity Used Against Us.

out of Context;
‘taking twisted joy from implanting ideas into the minds of the enfeebled, the freedom to swing a mood around, and dictate what another person does is totally unbelievable but true to a certain extent… the entertainment masters vie for control, and make deals and layers of complex intrigue, with the ones whom feel the most inclined to lead their people astray for any profitable means of selfish employ possible…’




Eccentric ellipsis.

out of Context;
‘the distorted mind tries to cope as best it can with the infrequency of certainty, we are going to die, but that never means that it should ever be in the constraint of a society that forgives nothing… a creation that has no humane presence has no power governing human beings, making hybrid ideas of perfect biological waste that is toxic to the touch and taste, and from underground we have installed the systems that need to be manually maintained in order for there to be water and power… it seems as though there is no room for the individual, the effort of work from each person accounted for true, but when it comes to the economy of the matter all that can be stated is that there is no real compensation…’




friendly Frustrations.

out of Context;
‘the rise of the dark industrial age and Victorian repression as moral plateau, and always in the middle of some minor comfort struggle as any other being that dares to walk the earth passionately, there are many Here among us who feel that life is but a joke… however, not all of those miscreants are capable of overthrow, and we need each other to win the fight for revolution…’




goodBuy friday.

out of Context;
‘not enough answers, more like too many of varying diameters of contradictory opinion founded upon opinion, and used as a moral leash by the “chosen” few made up of inbred sons of mad single thread family trees… the involved betraying fundamentalist quotient of ‘let’s fuck this shit up right’ makes me quiver with spite at the attempt even made, a shotgun blast of a metaphor pushing a belief currently possessing the future from the puppet strings of an evocation that invited something smitten with our reality, and how our energies can so easily be diverted for their function and purpose of proposed ideals… the verge of something that we try to breach understanding as it tries to understand us in all our diversity and depth…’