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why you’re so meaTestible…

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…’




numb- Ass- tainted…

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…’




moe’s art and the wolf Gang…

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…’




get me Samples…

out of Context;
‘filthy is a different brand of beast to burden upon oneself as only one sight into the dreamtime depth, though this as rigid outline to follow is not equivalent to instruction and must be met through this depth of one’s own experiences equipping a poetry wit and prose to the con game a crying shame of shear luck cutting off the ears and eyes that allow us to travel via our minds and imaginative springboards that launch some as methodical madness manipulates anal lunatics to lubricate the collusion of opportunists to cast out in socio-psychotic episodes others of a nature turned away by these new leaders of the “free world” too unable to trust one another to keep out of places they are unwanted just as they condemn the natives of lands they conquer…’




to interpretZel…

out of Context;
‘smaller bodies bumping and dried into clumps as though like routine debris left after a number of procedures has been endured leaving spent fluids all over the place as the toxic spill patterns trying to find a way to be shed without ever dying away as concepts have an immaterial immortality all their own barely relying on the human germs to carry them further through layers of gluttony in obese release of fats and fevered flatulence that contort the guts under pressure opened up by those severed severely vain… so obsessed but not seeing the answer directly in front of us as sugar and diet remedies selectively kill a segment of the populace to control and devalue another portion somewhere else…’




a whore’s Clutch…

out of Context;
‘a Mankind utilizing tyrannical methods to coax selfish logic out of whosoever crosses paths with one of these false profits inflating themselves to perilous proportions of a giving-to-take sequence allowing for their abuse of resources and labor by incredible strokes of the imagination not a fully-realized gimmick until it has swept us through a gauntlet of subconscious body politick as real progression can conform without the pressures and hassle of these ant-like creatures crawling in out to surface trying to peel back the foreskin of liberty to circumcise all the circumstances…’




Lip smack

out of Context;
‘vanish into the horizon line making politeness worthless under the inadequate conditions that breed darkness in us the germs and discomfort that control tries to restore through archaic means that do nothing but save face in the long play of life as a record to take note of the energy and followthrough while the terror at confrontation eats at our consciousness and creates dramatics shifting all people places and things over the course of these unfathomable and ineffable times and events in which we live…’




i AM a god, I am a faceless warrior…

out of Context;
‘the resonating repercussions struck playing us against one another so convinced of our own righteous stakes to be claimed by these casually caustic voices who restrain us inside of our own heads through thinking in these uniquely individual states united by genetic dispositions and environmental equivalents of the sense of duty and honor that plague our offended egos, but subversive directions permeate the vastly stuffed reality into a pregnant and oversaturated compression that raises the levels of tension like the moon with the tides in repetition fully and unavoidably present in the suspension of disbelief Here too unorganized…’




Macaques don’t do it…

out of Context;
‘mating whomever the vicious wish to split in twain once falling farther than the rites of passing on into rituals that inhabit our souls to bring about particular behaviors that match or further their desires or wants… as ghosts we do swarm like gnats gathered to be inseminated by information hearing new or good things that chime this bringing crimes of joy deep into our brainpans to summon the creations if needed to dispatch of some task that is uneasy for the human article born under many bad signs of which mortality is one though certainly not the most audacious grave-digging as the winds howling pitch and bend letting us know respect comes through blasts of intimidation…’




the conquerer Whim

out of Context;
‘yield a lucky couple of feet along ahead of the rest of the pack opening out with the wolves roaring and snarling into the cold err of way less compassionate creatures such as us berserk and twisting inside these crypts as coded mediators punching keys whose locks will not turn, within the tumbling churn as remedy follows syndrome whose ease is a communication ill in diseasing the herds as in almost everything has the urgent tendency to take over or to put it another way to dominate in a sense that the paradigm of opportunism pressuring us to be dolls and puppets being set up and manipulated like toys to be tossed aside or back into a silent darkness…’