out of Context;
‘earlier today the question ‘what is the psycho-cosm?’ entered my thoughts, and the answer came bubbling forth from some deep conscious display, that it is the illusory nature that existence seems like an endless ride… the real is that, but also more than just that at the same time, as everyone perceives everything so very differently…’
out of Context;
‘compartmentalize the truth into sequences of controlled mob mentality, and create a populace in fear and panic… to stuff it up inside of our pants to make us feel the electrodes used to fry our primal urge to dust, kill the rebellion, and come away richer and more developed than the rest…’
out of Context;
‘pulled around by the strings connecting us to our respective anchors Here, the respected ancestors that won’t let go of the potential energy that allows us movement in this fiercely contested field of visions… we might know not what we do sometimes…’
out of Context;
‘lacking any real thing to subdue the pain other than an advancement beyond this murky assemblage of parts we find ourselves within, an acceptance of our basest desires through acceptance of ourselves as we are is needed, and the way to utilize a dark frame of perspective for some good use as well…’
out of Context;
‘profiting from the backwater crowd that makes their living toiling under the thumbs of a joyless future altogether wrong, working the machines that the commercial interest feels is necessary to make the masses furiously move into place, and to checkmate the opponents out of the game completely…’
out of Context;
‘a strong difference between what we know and what we think we know, between what is obvious and what is hidden from immediate view, and what we allow ourselves to understand as opposed to what others never tell us at all… the morgues and asylums are filled with those who can ‘see’…’
out of Context;
‘the subconscious horizon line fades as the setting becomes grey with the chill night air, and the bright dreams explode and display such unbridled hate towards your loved ones, there is only regret at being the bastard… without all the expletives deleted are we left insane?…’
out of Context;
‘the only thing that can be felt without the taint of the corporate terror-stocracy is the person’s own thoughts, which even the manipulators can figure a way around by subtly supplanting the things we see around us into a surreal sense of hopelessness…’
out of Context;
‘the doldrums of waiting for something to happen with nervous energy, and an ear for the next ordered move to come, wondering in silence over the state of things as they are… feeling anxiety prickling the back of my neck as my curiosity wanders the emotions and thoughts inseparable in my mind’s eye somewhere…’
out of Context;
‘or does that just never matter in the grand scheme of cosmic madness prevailing?… the raw and unyielding words sting and scar as they fly out and away, trying to pressure cook the whole lot of us in an infernal stew, and making the melting pot boiling hot to scald the unfortunate ones…’