‘…rough breathing suggests a challenge defeated by those forced to give up one at a time as that drowning choking entity in seize of suffering not knowing what to do next by having to face my fears in the ways musical harmonious with how one doing might perceive those credentials to become truly human instead of some contradictory asshole whose only delight seems to be what keeps disappointing others as though a pushing motion of the mind’s eye by threatening turmoil in seeking answers of darkness that may lay too far outside the range of shining, out from of our personal lighthouse whose illumination guides these vessels back to wherever home happens to be for beings of light no matter how muted by the filth of humanity snuffing out or we kill the flame…’ – out of Context
‘…cause the enemies crossfire to glide over my position to give me away now into feeding for slow advancement this desert of the real with my primal substance unless the minds were Here to grow a better future than this odd scene engaged with iconic pressures from dystonic imagery twisting our bodies and mind in particular ways to peculiar behaviors and mannerisms that hide our rotting corpses a little bit longer as the flame of the soul melts the individual from within candles flaring, spontaneous combustion trying to be randomly exciting igniting confusion for our saturated egos are digesting one detail after the other in collection to attain a prominent place relating us to the songs we sing to dance to laugh to know we exist Here at all is divinity…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…vibrantly ignorant of any obvious signs of decay that may occur due to the corrosive essence of corrupting pollution as lingering dark cloud over all proceedings whose acidic reigns have protected some and projected onto others but always leaks toxicity, perhaps much like a fountain wished into with such fervor and innocent joy that superstitions don’t mature they get traded in for larger vaguer more vacant corridors where fears act to swarm in uniform voice to subdue the victim much as any other subtly insidious sacrifice arranged to suspend disbelief that it could ever happen to them instead hearing the stories as though they were not also warnings used to trigger actual experiences without summoning sickness and disease to replenish the supply of bodies devoured by crooked anonymity…’
‘…by those who think of themselves as truer authorities doing a favor for the future to succumb to a comforting sense of assured stability in spite of the formula for mutually assured destruction bleakly housed inside our hearts and souls by what somesuch decree exceeding degrees between venom and virtue whether or not to sting through critical sways of point viewing others less than themselves and their equivalent ignorance with rage and tendencies of arguing not debate, rarely as charismatic as they think upon soiled social trains of thought going nowhere fast enough to choke on the miasma of their brain fog denying justice from them as others amongst us with ulterior motives try to command the general narrative memory in order to bleach out the bad guy from their present actions of persona…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…to be archived until registered later on in from the brain it recalls such recalcitrant details pulled out of stubborn depths that place such pieces in abstract as like any other cargo cult floating out there amid the debris of a holy see where we happen to fall into which category gorily describes the real atmosphere that tests us best as individuals instead of primal tribal group dynamics that calls out flaws without regards to who is being addressed and to what pejoratives are utilized to regale others in the anecdotal evidence, to what occurred in first person terms that may confuse the mere passerby to the struggle that unfolds as disease spreading in the streets being what we have to work with overextending delight by leaps and bounds of day and year…’
‘…society summoning more cannon fodder from anonymous fathers and mothers denying the role biology thrust upon them that participates or feel the full pressure of relatives and family members to join in the continuous saga that compels us to forego our ego for something we may not perceive as better or bettering the world at large Here at times trapped within our own headspace whose conflicts are never easy, pulled out of the grey matter to try speaking though nothing slips out except for those mental whispers trafficking thoughts nervously vying to attach a strand onto the breath of paralyzed ancestor spirits forced to continue as long as we exist Here separating dream from memory as it precariously strikes us least expecting of what the something becomes with or without our captivated unconventional intervention…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…this attraction to distraction vacuous dangerous and damaging to the plans set in motion far before our new birth Here to witness something more than nothing but the localized tragedy of learning to live with such disappointed expectations throughout our lives collapsed into human shape to crave a means to escape from the doubt and the pain championed suffering to make us stronger killing us in the processing, complex archival qualities that lock us into place with our jobs and our shelter and whatever credits we can claim to shame ourselves and others away from us continued even after we are gone from this living state of being doing our best to relate to such alien terrain Here causing messes and mayhem the same as when we were infants terrible yet conditioned…’
out of Context – ‘…exist in perpetuity without question sometimes for too long that those elements decide in their own time to bubble up to the surface or can assault by applying pressure to wonkeymensch the systems in place, because sabotage is the name of some people’s game remaining Here long after they have left us with this mortal coil as profound tributaries of power and wealth wrap around worldwide international sort their ways through the morass as we continue to pillage ourselves for deeper resources than we have been led to believe so easily in our youth trained and ingrained to perform as a useful commodity dancing on the edge of flailing bits of sense that life makes incensing us with incendiary devices used to provoke promote and disparage the outcome of overcoming to such extent it fails…’
‘…not a proper substitute when nothing else will do Here in this particular instance we have created seeking fortunes without a doubt as to where our efforts go cannot be all those nightmare realities displayed as though meaningful enough to portray not betray the true emotions that explode upon the screens antagonizing dreams out of heads in furtive expressions of natural nomenclature excessively possessing our darker side as shadow element preceding as substantial weighty moralism that dominates as it changes the landscape, almost as if manifest destiny always in effect crucifying the handful as sacrifice as opposed to a majority of influence wasted on people who inevitably do not care for freedom or slavery but toe the line out of fears that another dread period of time will in fact infect us with terror…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…bodies we inhabit for a time inspiring our minds with perception and imagination as magical founts from within sparked to exist Here seemingly at random waves collapsing into solid forms as humans demanding to be heard much as any other scene of the absurd causing frequencies to decay as the motivation grows limp and listless crawling up into whatever self be considered relentless impulses shared by the many massive qualities humanity alone is privy to as conscious creatures cycling through resources as until then we shall keep reaping nonexistent harvests from the land as memory fades, our lives hinging on remedies from enemies that may never arrive as we thought we knew would be the truth but became false clarity taken as visions or ego gimmicks with which a future could change for the better…’