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…’
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‘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…’
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…’
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…’
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…’
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…’
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…’
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…’
out of Context;
‘to usurp the powers-that-be in order to take the place of the ruling class, but the unconscious pulse of our ancestors breeds deeply through us as we ourselves digest and devour… the mass hysteria eats our brains as we are left trying to make sense of the trends, and the context drys the soft wet tissue that thought requires of us, the materialism of synaptic response allowing us to follow the cravings for cramped trips to another yeast and treats that will retard and sedate our sense of self… harvesting the right time to ride the waves of change…’
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‘as the wage to meet the slave seems less by degrees that the people have tried to subvert, but the accent of these fiends surrounding the whole parade twists minds just as surely into their greed, flapping and buzzing with satisfaction under their demonic wings… to subvert them as a whole one must begin to subvert the symbols they grant us, sigils of all manner to be displayed against their wicked wiles like stronger crosses and various veves held to keep the wolves and vampires at bay, but within a powerful personal paradigm of belief provoked into being a salve to the withering intents of those sole eaters… ever-devouring hollow beings that come to this earth without a compassionate concern…’