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a set of psychopompous circumstances…

out of Context;
‘metempsychosis as the mentality vitally demotes us a farce throwing villainous sparks out to ignite those rampant wildfires purging of what meaning lies there in pretend and the pretensions that admit without hesitation as sum by-product lain on the slab by human hands altering reality upon an altar that stands firm against the opposed traffic and travails of the herd mentality mating and fingering many escapees unscrupulously…’




an acidic soul

out of Context;
‘agent of sour sources and bitter emotional scars as they raise up razed and scarred stinging with pain as the healing takes over the nerve fibers gathered at each point along their way to your brain trying to escape these dismal offensive thoughts that scatter and spur those totally vicious of vision on to appear strong as their volatile strength thrown around like a weight attempting to strike someone down unaware of the venom in irony and sarcasm as abused trusting with thrusting stabs the righteous swings of courage while a chilling divorce between body and mind disturbs those of uncertain choices, the emotional scars chilling a scare down the spine…’




to diagram at a time…

out of Context;
‘when one of us gets these ideas fresh from the fruits of our own labor of experience Here on a plane where existence may come to crash sooner than expected inside of a mind into the horde of whores buying and selling their souls for little more than this material life that can fade faster to contradict (or perhaps to be contra-dicked by the system) personal interpretations of the responsibility as we have to include upon our shared resumes as the collective of humans, homing in on the visceral while it is our mind that tries to calculate and analyze striving for job well done perhaps by our own surprise attempting to categorize all the raw data into corrected catalogues…’




new clear felicity

out of Context;
‘the misery and muck of details building up this persona perceived as a being for all the supposed charms and flaws as already set in place to resist all the tastes of the majority who do not care at all for the individual taking steps in making one’s own personal kingdom with pride… a teasing victory as problems come to those who don’t ever need them when the ideal vision was first planned to succeed but without any of necessary precautions taken to defer the momentum of so many differing components coming together at once as disparate parts and particles shocking tradition into creating something new that can sometimes only be visualized upon a periphery of the observable symptoms invested into this reality as staked a claim pledged not for the slaves whose lives wane from enduring…’




war saw was raw

out of Context;
‘the ideas of incredulous brainwashing to subdue our souls into place for the cosmic race game that appears to keep all of our attentions most neatly focused on the pain and loss emitted from these hosts born and dead without even knowing the joys of travel or chasing the dreams that will never materialize because we get caught in the net webbed over our minds in the haze of realizing our purposes each their own, much as how we connect these reality streams together not unlike attempting to stay in contact with people who have touched that soul in its burning heart lodged deep within our separate kingdoms we attempt to keep intact all throughout our lives in this place even through the stress and dense difficulties that seem to work their magic on this mortality…’




freak flags fly high…

out of Context;
‘awareness of the harm possible to others of us not used to the torment or suffering utilized as tools of a subtle social manipulation through the vicious etiquette of torture in tune with the cruel fits of Mankind… not allowing enough breathing room for the few of those left not waving their flags or the other conformist paraphernalia giving up their public permission for the shit to keep washing over us to train the masses to be scared and stupid with the distinct purpose to not question those orders given even those rules shifting and changing at a moment’s notice as within our modern police state, but that a will of a people is not now so easily domesticated…’




a citizen deranged.

out of Context;
‘expand the consciousness whose forms do not matter as much as they do to those of a thought and thinking soon realizing their limited view at least that is an ideal hope leisurely approaching the truth with an openminded idea of reality and excuse sometimes abuse making blurry for us to measure or reassure one another, and while hedging any bets on those sure things yet to pay off in the long running down of a dream becoming the top of the cheap and the used as too confused to develop any higher than this larval frame of hive patterning our minds to some supposed holographic realm of the serene that was in place before we arrived to chop away at a previous living system to replicate and assimilate it into our own ways as the details…’




dodecadouchebagadon

out of Context;
‘Here with our fluctuating moods and experiences melding together as one homogeneous total that cannot be merely separated strand by strand by these human hands even as the human minds analyze every detail possible to keep things moving and adapting through the struggles of humanity one at a time… as easy as it appears to blame the black or white sides of an argument for a distortion of reality even though we all do this in some regard realizing we are naked without a shroud to hold back the stoic winds of ironic change truly indifferent to challenge as the serious and inane meet and they seem locked apart in duality, though we can easily realize that this is illusory…’




these barbaric times…

out of Context;
‘few steps ahead of this restful trip we made to produce these values whose truth eats time away from youth as the experience is gained though on a quest to not be wholly confused by this gain distortion showing through our collective actions in a squeezing to continue breeding this struggling mortality in light of inherent animal cruelty as is holding back any growing element of consciousness rebelling throughout the social constraints as revealed in this life, but this isn’t ever really as matter-of-fact as we might like to think we believe we can see with any accuracy that trails like wires off the huge beast we have created to induce these series of fearful shocks and endeavors as generations are taken for granted a few subtle moves at a time…’




everyone is going to lie…

out of Context;
‘ideas are shit to be spread around and loosed upon the world by reckless the people who always remain nameless and faceless until such a time comes to punish both ourselves and the offenders, and we howl for blood whenever justice is not delivered as others deem it should be in depth of clarity that these truths are undeniable though at times difficult to triangulate among those elusive and reluctant whose stubborn assertion of righteous and evil are personal and often not linked to any truth that could be considered objective within the animal hive consciousness as found qualities and traits that humanity keeps controlled by any means necessary…’