out of Context;
‘to give up too quickly is “retard”, or i’m sorry, to be retired… making us no better than any other moron among us, which we are anyway you slice it even if you defend yourself otherwise, and nearly everyone seems utterly blocked by this polarity of spirit… to move too quickly in a direction you wish uses velocity of state to make one numb enough to understand the new information, but polarizes those who have no idea of the range of experience within their vapid opinions based upon other opinion yet still, it seems as though no two ends of the same scaled and visualized spectrum would be able to be connected… however, it is this bizarre attraction between the opposites that literally reacts by pulling their frequencies together…’
out of Context;
‘the retrolink jerking-off in the sinking grave god gave him, at last trying to reveal a past some sense of the spectral anchor, but fighting back the mortal yearn for connection seems antithetical to the human condition… may the false fates first move out of the skeletal antechamber that is my head, to grasp another possible belief in reality fostered by the words and truths of other people in relatively similar situations, but always under the generally upheld auspice of the human being… an organism both mammal and lizard, as the hot courses against the cold in rivers within the soul…’
out of Context;
‘even the punks can’t keep a shaved head, the yoke of the establishment holds on tight once it has you teased and believing the lies that it wants you to think, but the rebellion decries this subtle and steady appropriation for the gains of demographic soothsayers to begin by stabbing god money right in the third eye…’
out of Context;
‘i myself am a hypo-radical, always an ignorant retrolink at one aspect on a spectrum of extremes, but objectively aware of what i am and usually too critical of that being in motion… contemplating the memes as they stir one out of control, insufferable mountains from mole hills arranged and then staged as to look accidental, and that is the hairy-tainted deal my friendly devotees… the incomplete me, that incidental activist of the lowest common denominator made flesh, blood and bone…’
out of Context;
‘a cruel and defiant wild child, the natural world eats its young if they cannot survive the volcanic surface of the tormented moods that percolate to the barren land mass, and a sea in the distance where our toys have gotten a chance to poison the creatures underneath… we submit our world to the same penetrating sickness that we perpetrate upon each other…’
out of Context;
‘humans seem to be the ‘just-right’ blank to copy all kinds of data, and to put into instrumentation those tactics that can be gleaned from what experience teaches us in our individual respects and flavors of the weak… a strength crippled like any other so as to make us equals indeed…’
out of Context;
‘we get automatically confused when entering into a foreign experience, at least the first run through, and then afterward there is no question of process or means… sometimes letting our trust get away with us, allowing a particular aspect of the system utilize us as an example somewhere, and even letting the system put additives into the water supply just to teach us a life-long lesson of how to adapt to a toxic environment…’
out of Context;
‘the unbelief seems more potent, more banal, than the morbid sense of disbelief that pervades the lunatic television culture… that parasite breed like a cockroach crawling sinister things creeping through the yawning maze, it opens out but cannot see its own fate, and the still disastrous results plague the happenstance passers-by when the wasting of years is upon them… this bone machine tamed and conflicted, domesticated…’
out of Context;
‘pluck the pollen from the implanted protean joy that mankind has not made with blood-soaked hands, there is more than one way to get high on fire without getting yourself burned, but no accepted process for this defamation in league with the legions of nightmare crawling up along the spine… fetching the mind’s moisture from out the cosmic well…’
out of Context;
‘we are the spectrum born into being, each a vital position in dire need of motion, but this dynamism changes as we live through the minutia of each self at once… though there are further subtle details behind the scenes we approach to then devour, something that fuels or deprives these elements that endeavor to create, but these foundations are not meant for the naked senses…’