‘…what we call good and evil as labels designated by a creator to install rules within this operating system as long as it remains in charge, cursed with blessings that may not work as charms against the compulsory service we seem automatically signed up for because our beliefs are no match for the overwhelming state of affairs that subsumes our worldwide community wholly isolated by of course some authority who is of the opinion that they speak for a greater good than that which would try to hold our hands as children to guide us through the perils natural to a path chosen and to teach us what cannot be learned without making mistakes that tempt fate to disintegrate what does not add up to expectations, to extricate this deliberate crutch as pseudo-spiritual aspect…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…caught in the immediate heats of passion only quelled by blood and sacrifice almost as if always on a battleground of one sort or another on the lookout for any enemy supposed as we are so predisposed to violence deep in the elemental animal cage beats a fist-sized muscle that never relents to the point of harming its live-in caretaker so easily it is truly scary and confusing to think who we really pledge any allegiance toward to guide the civilized mediocrity into states of resolution not revolution as peace must come from somewhere there beats a heart, instead of this gaseous claim that bears no weight merely the stink of frustrating others away from sheer incompetence where only demons and great people are to tread with any success no matter the reputation…’
out of Context – ‘…to crack the skies fighting against all variables in some way shape or fashion that embeds itself in the meaning we maintain Here, when there being sound of obtuse warning drifts to settle between the ears even though there is little to nothing to show as evidence of this inherent variation implied as a gathering of sorts that one cannot house all inside of a singular mind that has difficulty contemplating the all and everything that keeps us locked in awe until we are shocked loose by the attitudes of those around us either giving their support to receive support or further deciding to be critical and dismissive shutting down hope of something else for more of the same…’
‘…ideas our dead have left as lessons not all will share though many will feel the sway of these pendulous cosmic ghosts as they surround and settle our world in a drama of dust no amount of power vacuums will ever get cleaned out of this rancid source of historic hysteria, unbearable looking a gift horse in the mouth of madness because it is forever in there as other authors knew before taking the jaunt into the same void that stares back realizing the darkness within that will never see the light of day whose only exception could be the artificial lamplight of the morgue as masked attendants then preparing your body for autopsy perhaps a neutral sterile stinking before opening up the corpse with a muted question of Y lying prone…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…irrealis moods manipulative and often mismanaged by human hands and minds as they try to interrelate with each other Here tasked to do some of the most basic of actions quite repetitively over time in many places as required by necessity straining the effective results every time ratcheting up the possibility for failure in this world as often trapped by our own internal dealings and bargains made over the course of a lifetime attempted to be lived to some fullest extent given though trying not to take for granted the subtleties overlooked while succumbing to an immediacy in everything, perhaps through words finding safety even though the struggle is real over what meaning can be derived and arrived at safely within this stirring echo chamber as it swirls us into submission easily…’
out of Context – ‘…they threaten to help us guilt ourselves into thinking horrible things as they get passed onto others this way the familial duels that take the place of compassion where it started because these personalities of ours are so much larger than life for some who don’t realize what social compression to this magnitude truly means for this ballooning society inches from a sharp dark edge to that chasm of which there is no bottom, the unholy charge takes form soon after we are affected by horrors of seasonal change making some of us depressed as a side effective disorder to the tension Here placed upon all of our heads collectively succumbing to the dumbest conspiracies ever seen while all set to share with the very people who really couldn’t care less…’
‘…beneath the extreme paranoia as much the good nous that permits logic and reason Here yet does not define us as well as we would like to see be true, our bodies doing their best to cope with things we keep introducing to them creating a supply and demand that seems to never end when considering the variable parts that distinguish themselves Here as being worthy of social attention in humanity as it plies every trade possible to the ends of a permissible closure by consequence before another boulder rolls down the mountains to conflict with our ascent toward plateaus of crucial discovery by way of advancing ourselves forward through the inherent misery of being…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…capable of seeing how we might change those values writing the wrongs a little bit at a time to flush the various in vogue images that carve out their own fascist fashion to begin the process of scraping away the debris of diversity for the conformity fitting the label of ‘normal’ though malign as such in the sequence of all things Here, where mystery causes apprehension for those choosing not to go further down a chosen pathway another circuit saved for as other persons explore what it means to be this human to a fault somehow raw and fragile we seek sense-making stable anchored points established for us to even attempt leaving our comfort zones…’
‘…proposing theories on the speculative basis that a science appears to endorse on this heathen earth where we bury our dead exploited of voices that chorus the wind in silence of night coming complete to form the something vital out of the nothing that seems abundantly more obvious than oblivious with these human eyes peering too deep beyond the devoid to that which devours over time eroding life, conjoined with the strife that comes so easily to us rotted by oblivion’s touch as some parts of the meat become too wretched to fix no matter the amount of capital one has to sacrifice to survive and live even longer than before this lively mass debate about what resides after life is lived Here subsumed with questions…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…meaning as banal forces condone the systems in place to anchor our grief in such a way as there is no questioning the state of things Here, not without some kind of merciful sense of fatalistic behavior triggering the person to become wildly unglued at the seams where there is only violent resistance to quell the beast or put it down before it can harm any living being coming too close to touch the extreme of an animal unleashed and mean a grotesque body within the particle zoo researching the scatological evidence that remains of where we have been, and is looked to for clues as to where we as an oft-lethargic species whose society of sorcery and spellings shall journey next…’