out of Context;
‘this is not ever in an end of itself trapped to repeat the same steps in sequence with the others dancing lost oblivious in tempo with the many various oscillations that vibrate together to equate this universe as one entity as it tries understanding us from both inside and out with numbers of people not caring about stating the obvious to the others who like themselves pay attention to only those shallowest depths that couldn’t even catch the emotional drip of percolating memories and experience brewing these fascinating human beings alive born Now unto the current paradise losing the struggle to cancerous forces as multiplying and decimating an unknown amount of future potential, this spirit a mirror breaks all illusions reflected back at those whom believe the lies…’
out of Context;
‘turns of fate made future of fortune for time is in those choices knowing as though having been through this routine cycle of shedding skins of the many witnesses before within a few other forms up until now processed perception of personal truths by many a various loophole this system has embedded deep within whose roles begin as being to move these creatures one at a time through the cosmic colon, or toward attaining the stained status as leader in the puppet string theory of modern day polititricks learned by the white banal privilege of a Mankind still attempting to drain all sweet innocence into some commodified cultish by-product to be shipped and exploited without any single thread of compassion in the business of progression previewing the intents of a civilization trying to defend its position…’
out of Context;
‘yet another minion-to-be still jogging on that treadmill making efficient the units of erg humming up and down like a heartbeat pulsing behind us, trailing this bloody accident as the emotional baggage weighing into us as much onto our invisible burdens that life shifts for us as we travel picking up various new insights as they are revealed opens to us when seeming to occur from out of thin err as mistakes stack against the impenetrable position we have built for defense though all these defensive beings bump and grind in an autonomous dreaming under the neon lights that cut deeper into our psychic impressions of what is than anything else can or will glaring stained color, but it is this that does not mean anything at all in training us to fall…’
out of Context;
‘the civilized cracking back forced trying to stay aware of many factors before the attackers loom out of this human darkness to strike fear into these hearts of humanity whose pool of resources stretch far and wide among the sections and segments of the popu-lace strewn through to tie us all together hewn rough like the growing woods as trees reaching fingers up toward the sky to touch the sun… craving a satisfaction compared to this sadist factory churning out highly educated sociopaths and killers who yearn to grip the world in their palms as it spins using any means to this end as the villains who dot history with a pain as much lingering shames to plague the future earnings of humanity in whose stellar plateaus are yet to be met stage where the real is…’
out of Context;
‘freedom of choice to jump into things we cannot understand while under the false impression that we know the truth instead of being the interpreters of this vague quality through our misadventures in time and space as the continuum keeps up this consistent grind of forward motion even as at periods it becomes a detriment to the people now influenced by such things, but industry pushes the gears assaulting one more meal worm of a human turd to be flushed outright at any given point when the house is full mooning over with no one ready to take the bets or cut a payment to hand out the dividends to those righteous winners determined to win at all costs whenever given the opportunity seeking out ideal proper compensation for it to appear as professional competence…’
out of Context;
‘we are hybrids in a universal plot kept as a tense reminder of offensive urges that taint the observer vicious against any novelty of humanity as compassionate extension of oneself contrasted against the rest of this awkward path to civilization by our merits as much our mistakes calcifying in the depths of the out there somewhere engaged in the investment of digesting the answers that timESPace has to offer when exploited by the opportunism inherent in our culture now, but isn’t easy to live with when things change their shapes quickly as though told in tales through the myopic scope of a Mankind’s limited diet of outside influence moving oneself held captive onto tormented ideals like islands in a vast empty sea catering to the ignorance on the dark side of any enlightenment…’
out of Context;
‘hidden between humanity and an antagonistic drive that compels our viciousness towards each other as though enemies since birth… as it takes time for us to get angry in a group when oppression and suppression have been peaces of this ideal from the start when superior and inferior are drawn from the totalitarian results lacking the substance to articulate dreams or creative forces beyond the material void present as all those static objects we seize, whether through courage and persistence to deliver a soluble force against all odds of selfishly grabbing at whatever will fill the holes whether drugs sex or rock n’ roll scrambling to edge closer to this meaningful individual with no ending too soon in sight…’
out of Context;
‘soon divisions of labor in the aftermath of making this civil lie a working system to use the people like ornery machines moving synchronized to the rhythm of tasks ahead as the trends and styles are surface opinions scraping and sculpting civilization’s impressions and hard set forward progress, surging with distinct strangenesses from the deep evolving into practical solutions that a refugee of this trivial civilization will not accept without much difficulty incorporating a compassionate programming into information that can manage these human quirks and assertions fluent throughout these human conditions inherent in destiny manifesting as human density taking up space to describe a future as needs dictate…’
out of Context;
‘swallowing this mess is next to impossible as the strain forces us to choke up and out as darknesses swirl in to greet our conscious labors that were currently as awake until met by this present arrangement seething through our teeth when trying to speak though all that is left is the refuse as dark matters are fading away into nightmare sequence hidden except for the feeling of fright that exudes from this bare hole in which we now sleep filled with swirling dreams each leading us to our density Here…’
out of Context;
‘intentions of sometimes efficient activity to promote this speeding vessel toward inevitable conclusions unfathomable until the destination is reached, that we think we can prescribe in what we believe is best for others as simple but unnecessary to satisfying that cryptic urge to make unhappiness as real and palpable thing too just as potent a truth as it is for you or i to conceive of so easily while these crazy demons crawl the surface of this heathen earth in whose decadent spinning can appear further from whatever it is we merely assume to be truth, but is disguised behind disgusting mockery awareness that the clues are there sorting out in ethers as a primordial chthosis has made for us like ants inside this ant farm of the cosmic godhead as it tries reaching enlightenment…’