out of Context – ‘…phases fabricating artifacts passing terror with each step doing what we have to get beyond these thresholds that hold us back repressively disconnecting us from our greatest assets in each other without malice or jealousy becoming median motivating factors for human conquest most grotesque as witnessed and reiterated time and again when history repeats the patterns people seek for comfort to realize the whole world is hostile to a default degree of subtlety than we can readily perceive in the daily struggles achieved, Here to be freed from fascist creeds and maxims whose expiration date seems to have been many moons ago though today have the same strains of bigoted ignorance bearing fruit of innocence to become warped by the ideals of corrupted agents in such idioms of state and religion as allows hypocrites…’
‘…objecting to neglect trying our best to fight the dying of the light when no other enemies surround us today looking instead to flickers of brightness that shock the senses raw into reset as the eyes roll back in their respective head seeing the blindness in the sky strike as a lightning bolt between ears and eyes in attempting to stay conscious through that charged currency meeting resistance with morbid stillness and silence… what tricks are we trading up for when we finally decide for ourselves to advance beyond the weights set against our personal momentum from traveling the cosmic far away there moving all mutable variations with silent logic drifting between liminal spaces nominally imaginary amongst those who cannot experience the depth of layers in nuance as much nuisance of the senses…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…many of us have been vehemently brainwashed into thinking and acting in specific ways that do benefit those profit seekers willing to cross as many lines before they die just to say they did it without any real regard for the victims created from this hostile treatment which comes back upon all threatening forces wrongly denying their part, playing a prominent role in question used as critical authority over anything Here becomes a corrupting power absolutely answers excusing without explaining behaviors detrimental to our collective existence where mercy is denied except from accepted terrestrial persons in charge and asking to be taken as our leaders when they have not represented their various people for too many aeons passed beyond recognition of whatever can be genuinely interpreted as sincere in such inhospitable places…’
‘…dressed as empty words trigger horrid feelings inevitably causing wounds of more than a physical nature as pieces of friendship and pedantic leanings can fall apart when the communication is rife and rich with inane layers obsequious surmise to all persons involved tired trope conducive to remaining in contact or connected throughout the journey without any regard for meaning well being intact as people endure each other and their irrespective bullshit thrown up like vomit projects a wall of excuses that aren’t cut to fit that glitch inside my mouth that tells me what to say when it turns the brain off, it makes me go insane as weaponized masses of dysfunction that grow into thick tumors which yield a syrupy pus drawn from a deep sickness that prevails over what cultural graveyards we have…’ – out of Context
‘…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