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…uncomfortably dumb…

out of Context – ‘…a spiritual trap engineered by fiends from the end of the story thinking through the void that they can manipulate this reality by tapping into ego weakness to strengthen their forces behind us while attaching with the persuading threats cannon fodder martyrdom to all creatures as we act out these predetermined roles that sacrifice is noble in bleak melodramatic dioramas of trauma lessons that never seem to lessen the damage done even once the dark catalyst is gone transmogrified into a different form that can easily be surmised to leave a shadow or stain on one’s soul inspiring the worst echoes from any psychic wound that refuses to heal…’




…sine Qua non…

‘…such gone government and connected ruling classes as all-encompassing state of entrapment, trying to find some ships the shape of which ruler needs to measure our stability against upheaval carried over from periods medieval to our more modern aspects of evil that continue for such actions Here to set our paths against each other without questioning the motives accentuating a negative tendency commanding the chance to release into the world with dead set savage certainty on real mayhem to bend the curve to fit any agenda as agreed upon by calculated statements…’ – out of Context




…land of subterFugitives…

out of Context – ‘…what other cankerous chances have we got while Here waiting too much then anticipating some kind of substantial trust in humanity even when perceived as the enemy on some days more than others that might affect as happiness but without the hassle of hot pursuits through loosed turned goose chase or leper-conned gold to be culled out of the ends of rainbows broken by rancid machine in flux spitting acid and dry acrid flame on to err in ways that currently reign down enough damage to soon make us all crypto-zoological levels of incubated mutation over time to be harvested once our individual uses within a localized paradigm gets deprived and timed out…’




…pandigenous Oblivin’…

‘…absolution rests somewhere within these bottled charges of lightning, perhaps the laying on of hands to type and contextualize these thoughts ranging from obscenity and extremity to a mediocrity or mundane space that resides inside that dark core between our ears and eyes reflecting whatever dark matter lies outside as well conquering our fears and the darkness that captures our attentions so readily made to make us enslaved to the wizened world weary warriors who made it out alive or so it is said in order that we put ourselves willingly in cages out of dread for what we are capable of doing as torment which we inflict upon others by our mere existence…’ – out of Context




…co-pathetic copacetic cope aesthetic…

out of Context – ‘…feelings of kind people the type of which we all hold dear because their compassion lights up the world as filled with a bleaker hate than what seems possible as though turning all those mean spirits back in upon all of us together digesting the myths and legends as differing archetypal versions play hero’s journey for themselves to find fortune sometimes even if that might mean disaster when we may not have to live through to the conclusion everyone else experiences Here… cannot help the urgency felt while each breath escapes me to witness perhaps the acceptance…’




…as versions of a beatNeck revision…

‘…damage and debris flying every which way but correctly in senseless brutality of bro-magnon days, as glorious dark ages briefly glimpsed through an empirical modern spotlight that shines upon those who will not obey the tracts and treaties or the beatings from malicious sources soured on social functions long ago thanks to their sadistic egos left unchecked for far too long instead of worshiping a solid sense of responsibility to be inherited from unlikely ancestors utilizing ancient protocols to dismantle the misconstrued re-appropriation and corruption…’ – out of Context




…Unsanity, a think void left…

out of Context – ‘…an unwillingness to set us free out of fear for what we could do now that we are angry and stubborn boiling at all edges at having the psychic black hole between our ears and eyes as we might define the singularity inside for ourselves, little do we know how our cosmos interacts with us on such a primeval wavelength that our minds cannot even keep up as we advance light years from where we were a few decades ago now and to where given a few decades more we can viably speculate such technologies will be when our carcinization is complete conquering some metastasized frontier in our bodies cesspools one at a time…’




…ill Logic of a damned confounding…

out of Context – ‘…the trip of a lifetime for each of us as a mandatory participation at birth anticipating at worst a case of mistaken clarity as opposed to a responsibility for one’s own actions distracting from what serious issues are at hand investigating the anatomy autonomic ally to the thought process navigating throughout fading scans of an immediate scene disordered by the so random movements of drama Here, and glimpsing unsure sights taken in from variable routes to reckoning getting where we wish to be one with an all-knowing force assuring stable lives for those who readily submit themselves without question when it occurs…’




…idle, the Idols blindly…

out of Context – ‘…trapped in the survival game while taking note of the practices that we can manage for our own health and sanity, young ones never knowing to start where directed as the units gather to hear their orders given from the ones whom they worship put upon high pedestals awaiting for a call to arms worth dying for… something to inspire us is where we begin to see that there are points of reference and reverence in the stars whose illumination stares at us connected from distant sockets in darkness set adrift to appease whatever vicious gods or subtle monsters we discover deeper inside of ourselves…’




…an Impolite poetry…

out of Context -‘…no dire obstacle in forward motions, asserting one’s own path has to be at most a difficult cycle to know of all things as complete finding any power from within one’s self to move in the desired direction, but tending to lose momentum in doubt running counterpoint to beatific confidence gone the route of domestication in order to survive the cruelty mechanism absorbing the spawn of days past to create more viable biomass with which to continue a looping circadian rhythm that taps into nature’s resources… though what truly are the resources of consciousness that we might be more creative instead of critical to such a nullifying degree these voids look out through our eyes to see and further inform their series of processes to control…’