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…flarf versus zaum…

out of Context – ‘…into a new stellar form beyond these dimensional limitations, words are used as a synthesis between hearty gravel of a physical world with that of a conscious mind where ideas are shaped and fomented into artifact once creation has begun to weave together constituent parts and particles into a new whole yet to be exploited by the human cadavers who resemble doctors and scientists still biased enough to resist a collective progress forward for the minutes they last to command power from nature and the cosmos unknown… servile versions of humanity thanks to an abuse of scientific methods early on in this societal history practicing many different ideologies before trying to be corrected by unifying works of more remarkably compassionate effort made facts…’




…renaissance of resistance, Renaissistance…

‘…all games in the death arcade, debts accumulating quickly whilst caught mass debating to point of debilitating rhyme and reason over the surge forward to condemn and conquer with localized attacks on character and misconceptions circulated around speaking within symbols allowed by some kind of murder mouth manipulating through words of doubt triggering opposition in the minds, this antagonism makes an electric renaissance to create things as tensions raise and writhe among society’s variety of opinion and seething criticism welded at the hip to tragically hop on any bandwagon as trojan horse myth to convert subterfuge used to pervert…’ – out of Context




…a relax of Macaques don’t do it…

out of Context -‘…continuing to distort any ‘truth’ into a critical “reality” impaired by consensus very rarely any sensual journey to be consensual or wished by many floating up against the shit held in the other hand like sands tightly gripped, and these thoughts are merely some mind out of mind as substance enough to queasily repulse those sensitive of stomachs trying to change emotional lead into social gold before the veins run dry of its quarry while a canary lowered too deep to escape freely becomes acclimated into a dark empty where others are too cowardly to tread whether climbing crawling or in casting out creatures to exile…’




…erroneous Posh…

‘…compromising the other is considered Here while the rabid versions of us as less-developed doppelgangers flood the systems to attempt a weakening from within instead of all the bodies thrown against the walls defending the fortress of the villains, each army a hive mind of discipline impressed from the top down on whom the enemy is and how disabling brute force can be when applied correctly to these makeshift vigilantes commanding legions of the unprepared into battles no one is ever ready for with metaphors and overlapping traits falling under the direct jurisdiction of civilian life where violent themes and context of easy danger is highly sought after as a rite of passage less obvious to the humanity who actually prefers being human…’ – out of Context




…the sun, a glory Hole, for the demiurge…

out of Context -‘…peeling away layer after layer whilst praying to fantasy creatures that may even reside inside our star, buried beneath solar flux so strong and radioactive pressuring rebirth through destruction that we are barely able to comprehend without fear and hazard compelling us forward toward prizes that satiates animal core urges to satisfy only the immediate self in whose cage of flesh all ancestors and time remain frozen in moments and cells like amber holding primal larvae never released but vibrating a signal through space into other dimensions we easily confuse as dementia, some of us more coward than not as we quest for a purpose among the living debris each leaving localized footnotes to ever-expanding grand sagas…’




…systematic corpse Grinder…

‘…something passing for freedom into the hierarchy sacred above many other variable rungs of fortune torture and disaster consequence while innocently challenging fears by trying to discover courage through the mighty pen as priceless power totem that is capable of shattering constrictive form, modeled upon a classical line of tradition while a crude manifest destiny crammed with incidental drama crossed and conflicted intentions especially when coming to conclusions presented as though facts that seem to bias information toward one slide or another into inevitable arguments that ensue once heated debate can churn the most neutral topics into frothing dark waters…’- out of Context




…calamity Train, get me off this crazy thing!…

out of Context -‘…lessons inscribed in times of dread and loss and nonsense, whether to minds awaiting for stellar travels outside of the flesh or impacting our bodies to the degree that humans will not be our only final form as we carry the genetic burden throughout our lives without falter as the organic dreams of assimilating the artificial and superficial coldly clinically and calculated no matter the cost of casualty this is what nature requires of us as merely animal computers striving to accomplish some kind of achievement, hoping that failure will not deconstruct the person into option paralysis as our choice of exits exist to either free or condemn us while continuing to hope that we do not die off so easily…’




…a Stigmata of sweat…

‘…so often disappointed for as much as we wish support to be there it never seems to arrive when we want it during the most overwhelming of situations… passed the presence that gives us something to look forward to when staring into the darker world that tries to judge and forsake us by our own admission to prove that sharpened point to skewer the sorts who are determined not to get stuck or struck behind the gaseous legions that compartmentalize this dread through manipulating fear concepts that trigger the inner struggle slowing down functional awareness while escalating the overwhelming frustration, still born to toil through laborious retreat into something rather than nothing…’ -out of Context.




…weariness for the same, boring flaws And anxieties, gnawing for years…

out of Context -‘…become lost in the madness of achievement as it builds up the concrete and expected absolutes upon our shoes when taking the metaphorical long walk off a short pier for real in life this time, though never as others were predicting to occur as the worst of the worst case scenario viewed in a televised vision as fact projected onto the backs of the heads of that row in front of us traveling backwards and trailing the furthest most from those leading us all perhaps off the cliff side if we never start questioning where we are, knowing the journey is half the battle well on our way to the interdependence of a hero’s journey for all of us if we can handle living through the consequences past obstacles in our path…’




…poop And flowers…

out of Context -‘…while weaving through the human traffic that threatens to subsume or doom to damned room by room as emotion can strand those who cannot navigate to sink in those quick sands corrosion leaking out of the glass tower fragile so fast while shadows cast their glory stamps upon everything they touch or break “nothing lasts” kisses to these ears sounding shattered into planes of pane to further yet fragment still lives to shards fading vapors gas-lit memories past though not forgotten ever when some surprise remnant lingers long enough sat there fearing that every pain is a trigger that we must probe with blood-stained stool fingers coaxing deeper to figure out what dark unknown we’ve become curiously obsessed to death, as dancers…’