out of Context;
‘poking through the miasma of dread that behooves us spiritually as much existentially to be kind to one another though it is essentially this that is bypassed to show heartlessness instead as a cold exterior that one would rather kill than be killed by the monotony of Mankind’s self-righteous broad strokes to wither an open relationship with others defined by the individual in wants and needs and desires, taken to extents of jagged aggressive offense to thrust a menacing phallic forearm out to strike into the gut flora of another animal of a mind to be cruel in place of kindness to the actions we look down our noses at over an ideal of common…’
out of Context;
‘within us there is always going to be turmoil until we are dead, but even then no guarantees as the insect appetites scramble to get what they can take out of our carcasses collected and moving living dead datas to their next levels to be reprocessed from the cage of flesh to digital sphere that resides parallel as that existence snug like a glove soon discovered the hands moving are deceased as there is no one individual mind boldly moving those parts for us as though the tyrant knows where we call home the mask of death wears our face and the common rituals and expressions that end up disposing of us when it has come time to confront one another, passing perilous threshold into the mists of memory forsaken the ones left behind shining…’
out of Context;
‘to fully flesh out this mythic zootopia left to manage by our own discretions, in excreting out certain situations people will never fathom until they occur to know then that some scenarios are true to fact clues that have defected from the Mystery all around us as if like a skin that may or may not shield us from the gamma rays about to hit pulverizing these strings of theory we have woven over this shell and other facts even scholars cannot retract or retrace into the ethers as the soft billowing cloud just over our grim acts beckoning toward that supposed silver lining crazily rapt around…’
out of Context;
‘faith is claimed as a fully intact reality through the vetoing of less banal more imaginative realities veritably singing the song as of all the absurd harmony, but who really needs to come to harm as the victim tenderized and left soft with too many predators as vectors of possible attack real or imagined becoming true when the urban superstition raises to such levels that fear starts roaming the streets in droves as clones of each other performing conformity like some kind of magic that ripples across the sage advice or wisdom of those ages before and after us Here… scientific conversion of people into mechanical animals Now delivering to the expectation on par with electrical circuitry trying to connect the various facets of people on-line as off the beaten path created by hippies and poets…’
out of Context;
‘we live on our own island of a myopic utopia in this consensus reality, and the ghost of our consciousness wishes to float free of the form though this is foolish to actualize before we are of a right mind and soul ready to do this as the junk we collect invites this as living singularity or hub for all these other forces swarming around looking for a sense of life while certainly not gone from this state of the natural redress that commands us to address what it is we were thinking to begin without this face we have grown used to… disreputable jewels of denial cast about senselessly like seeds dropped on rocky ground to call down a response from the heavens never-ending as restless cloud from which an everything reigns…’
out of Context;
‘we are prodded along to cross those thresholds as master bait preceding in the come to harm that only calms after the jagged heartbeat thumping down doors to open a passageway a short silence to that next gravid moment weighty with scars to be had once the experience has died in your hands down from the initial frenzy of heat broached by the opposing stances admitting the attacks contrasted by passionate bursts…’
out of Context;
‘a series of vivid selfish exposures to the oxidizing system that forces trauma upon a people that it creates much as i have come to see bugs are a force of nature though one that always dramatically changes, in human as a nature has been exalted to a category superior to other animals even though tending to be these basest of constructs compared to these other types of creatures can lichen us to the animals as the main predator in whose violent primal self is one raging hormone away from attacking any others for dominance in the kingdom even when subtle repercussions can deaden the senses used to adapt us and woe be to those…’
out of Context;
‘allowing connections where none previous had stood, and because of this overwhelming stream of human consensus it is coming to what i think is the next conclusion as we have explored the motor self evolving its capacity to understand and adapt to environmental restrictions and regulations used to act upon suspicion where otherwise there would be no use for such sociopathy as opportunism cheered for by those who never see the head they are about to step on… with hair piece firmly attached to head of fearless leader assuming the role of crowned prince of crimes against humanity thus providing reasons why we must overthrow that dictator to reveal to ourselves we have the ability to do it besides doing what we are told when we do not know any better the vain of common sense…’
out of Context;
‘human fundamentals of courtesy and respect lost on deaf ears and eyes that hear what the heart is trying to convey as an observational organ in a sense very much like us that brain with nerves and strain stressing the system with a pain that will not relent peacefully as comfort is a dying art of fleeting ideals not represented the same ways as the traditions may have started as minds that were opened to novelizations of a permanent short story that every few centuries finds a permeation in order to repeat the process as its standard of contracted pathways whose currency and circuitry change as a malleable stream of consciousness informing the creatures we are Here, and always dealing with this as tainted service-to-disease that even the opportunistic act of our fascist vulture culture carrying on…’
out of Context;
‘the more surly and tweaky of these bikers of doom considered themselves worthwhile art critics, and were mocking instead of treating the art like true objets as had some of the more vocal critics having condemned the works back in the days before gangs were feared for losing their heads while torturing raping and killing victims…’