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…indie…Jest…shun…

‘…having been pushed to such a state of distress and nervous motion… twitching in our collective seat electrified by the characters we meet and greet in this walking living being doing things that usually go against the grain though some of us have been reduced to a gluten free existence from those prior phases of life where so much the bountiful harvest of agricultural process makes us mass produce allergies as well especially while nostalgia from sickness leaving strains all throughout what materials reduce into our lives while Here, having needed so many others to help us along the way that when it finally stops how are we to keep obeying the orders of spooky action at a distance for which the commanding voice is placed and imprinted upon one’s consciousness…’ – out of Context




…the Shituation…

out of Context – ‘…placed Here for those that play to objectify their range of motion and effectiveness distracting the rest of us the phases of resurgent issue as mind-at-large forcing gods’ vomit throughout with the current landlords being taken up who wish us to worship them like gods instead of using the warships to take them out of the larger present picture in order to dispose of any offensive act that might take place while Here adrift waiting for the gift of insight into the compromising circumstances we have been granted the chance to solve serious questions unusually without answers that work as a lone step independent plateau from which to spring…’




…a Moronymy of fears…

‘…scared to name nimble words to access a proposed metaphysical supernature like a signature which supersedes humans as masters of their own destiny intriguing some who may think that fear can be a real horror show and mind killer to many choosing to imbibe of its cesspool brew leading one to hideously spiral down beyond a golden ratio of conscious awareness and participation in these struggles pushing a past of dread aside to embrace the adventure of life, as human shapes of cosmic debris where there is no real time only dream Here as magical infusion between powers of imagination and the practice of a metaphorical warped drive forward no matter what obstacle to be found in the way of progress as pragmatic conquest…’ – out of Context




…a perverse imp Lies…

out of Context – ‘…purified from harshest criticism, to say art exists in a world of honesty where science once occupied a space of frivolity and falsehood in an age not long from ours today whereas the sentiment portrays in effect the fear and dread of medical horror that gives rise to an easy deception becoming weaponized leverage form used as a weight of pressure to move us in the “right” direction as we begin to collect experiences while on this voyage so treacherous when only riding in a human vessel such as this… naturalism is to horror as an introduction to the unmasked brutality of contemporary culture to which we all find our lives in parallel to the raw shapes that evoke attraction and repulsion…’




…Patternalia…

‘…attaining some form of certainty amidst the chaos that nature permits… even as humans mature the animal being is never very far from the surface with what games we are forced Here to participate in events where no one wins anything but a trophy and maybe perhaps some fond memories to last most of a lifetime as that most primal social lesson learned when no one else has a reason to continue thinking in frames of game theory that has not found its way into the audiovisual mediums as they evolve while consistent with current technology as well as our developing interests in it, leading to new means of perpetuating the struggles through near-constant preparations for a worst case scenario…’ – out of Context




…sleep is a great Unwielder…

out of Context – ‘…dignity or respect from those looked to for guidance worse when they have no compassion and only negative expressions to reveal the damage hiding behind the human visage expecting no change that the violence will go on in another through whom the impressions have been made becoming more monster than the last jerk until it reaches a horrible end in some instances such as with examples being what they are in this most recent age where rage takes its toll as though higher goal to be sought after and larger body counts ideal to prove points with no value except in the forms of no fun raw power and the funeral rites transposed over memories when there are so many victims to be remembered always…’




…peaches and the breaches of jesus…

‘…ever so slowly we get drawn away by differing interpretations promulgated causing confusion where those lines have finally crossed over with one another in constellations weaving a tapestry against a map of vast distance and stars shining bright levels of radioactive evolution as particle collides with particle sometimes so explosive that it sends ripples through the continuum demonstrated without sound in sudden context as relates to us all the way back Here attempting to understand the inexplicable that drives our deeper curiosity to the point of larger conflict it would appear to remain a consistent truth…’ – out of Context




…flustercucked crud-i-Tah…

out of Context – ‘…while Here, triggered dread of desperation making animals of us all whether indulged by some edifices of power or expressly forbidden from seeking those lessons that are reinforced by others as they must suck so that the seed may pass onto the next testing ground used to indenture servants thus harvested like crops toiling their own soil into growing ideal beings from the ground up perhaps in a vision as compared to insects we fear as we truly know not to what intents this human collective consciousness extends surmising if a hive mind is appropriate as a model of reference, deeds within a haunted crude oil extruded from these beasts that walk the earth without words or worry to contain in amber or some other form of petrified crusty prehistory…’




…a Wealf of troof…

out of Context – ‘…followers influenced by something that isn’t yet able to be considered a social glue because it is led by the neck on the chain effects of capitalist consumerism attempting to objectify all in the perceptible path of this sinister vision enacting a projection of humanity toward the prized values in dominance and power we can retain stories and myths upheld since more ancient times from which we derive some principles that allow us to adapt to change, speaking as authority with rotted tongues and teeth chattering on as though this gets things done when really it is just grift…’




…the greasy Ear…

‘…something culminating from all of these actions in motion to maintain stability and bellwether the storms yet to be Here, and awestruck by the infecting septic shock deeper on a damaged system used for healing oneself though not an easy coping mechanism to achieve especially with all of the interference causing the noises to get louder as they become harsher to demand attention from the distracted bodies that remain even after the initial squeals of distemper when a mob mentality is finally able to run amok like the holiest furies summoned from the depths out of a purgatory so abstracted from whatever we think we know as the caustic continuum…’ – out of Context