out of Context;
‘there are few ways we can maintain a system as blankly lacking compassion as ours is now, the gross facade of the machine working totally for our benefit is the misnomer i think, but being unable to sustain the world we live in now with all of its conveniences is a confusing wall to hit hard…’
out of Context;
‘waving the demon thumb around at the strangers makes me wild and crazy, but the partner’s aid takes me back to introspection in dismay of my own demonic directives, the parade of flesh fears that the mind is the doorway in…’
out of Context;
‘the slow means of moving along in life provided by the filtering process unique to each individual interpretation, the path reinforces itself as the being travels along that channel of energy, and it does take longer than expected when the mind allows so much from the outside a residence inside the skull…’
out of Context;
‘the buried equivalent through human behavior that they have discovered, that relates to nothing but making the substance in this structure want to conquer things, and speaking as a victim through the viewpoint of an ideal narrowed to make civil the ritual device to recreate culture…’
out of Context;
‘the subliminal mistake that might take decades to waste the rest of life to dust and those chiming scattered winds, though it would be anyone’s guess whether as a species we could ever get away from the righteous segregation enough to reassemble into a unified plan to escape, and to put forth the effort required to create a hole in this oft-looping cultural field…’
out of Context;
‘fuel to the fires in the furnace of the damned, a recreational tool for the foolish preacher man, and perhaps submitting to the greater good means doing what makes me happy instead of doing what i should… this infernal vision is not without the plastic plan…’
out of Context;
‘the diet of empty, a staggering plunge into the culturally-intrinsic reverse psycho-logic impairment of the age, and Here we cut the stark silhouette contrasted against the bright expanse of the precipice where we meet our dreams… the rebellion makes short work of organized thought…’
out of Context;
‘dropping the eyes into the windows of the soul, where does the spirit jump out and play, but my thoughts always seem to make haste for the mechanical pulse inside of things like you or me… the dragging negative anchors…’
out of Context;
‘the grinding autonomous press printing the crest of gather living eyes to sway, and utterly repress the instinct which before now had come so naturally to one, though there are few ways to survive this information as such without the erosive feelings one gets when reading this…’
out of Context;
‘thoughts and things are taking their excessive toll on me, and everyone else that seems to feel the paint peeling back to reveal a true reality, the next wave comes… ages have passed since we came to understand anything true that was not just some other regurgitation, a “new” tangent on which so much without necessity rests, and frail board breaks as there are more to walk the plank overboard and off the ship… the tripping off the short pier mode of awareness, i see…’