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…it was a Straggot mistake…

‘…progress though self-referential fractal nonetheless sarcastically holding the chain of command in place Here pushing through randomized patterns of vocal fry shattering a trance-like frame of mind always referring toward whatever others as examples, tracked through the fog and haze of a dazed lazy brain taut and attentive yet aware of the feckless attempts at sanctifying the oblivion with an idealized personal version of purity creating clarity while wandering oblivious and naive into the darkness stalling to notice those flies on the walls gathering as the shit in gradual periods accumulates ominously advancing upward from wall to ceiling as suffocating climb to topple onto others as they search for treasured affects of the will as mana from heaven zestfully-horded by zealots raging against their mechanism for gods called gods straying and betraying from belief…’ – out of Context




…surrealistic Pillory…

out of Context – ‘…themes for ages though shaped differently as collaborative beings dictate what we should do to create harmony between mind body and others in setting similar parameters around themselves to stave off public humiliations as the pressure assumes one to utterly sacrifice ourselves and our abilities onto natures progression, even if it must have human figureheads on the helm to denote our dominance and authority even if this is only reinforced because of the ease at which we are capable of killing destroying or maiming others of our kind for little to no reasonable justification as we are held accountable for ourselves some more than others that could plausibly stay anonymous amidst all of the rampant digital absorption barely beginning to assimilate consciousness where it applies beneath or perhaps outside the physical facade taken for granted…’




…guano E mano…

out of Context – ‘…pressure that can exhibit or inhibit the little bits we allow to emerge without reluctance being a main feature among the creatures Here gathered to praise or insult the martyr performing their acts as duty pooping in people’s heads and their mouths by causing them to chatter incredulous affluencia applying scrutiny through idle gossip in social worship candid incantations to validate sacrificial appropriation made manifest into revival of festivals around which catharsis may be produced or attained however one can have an angle stringing themselves along best possible scenarios when sincerely fighting defeat, fostering fetishes for innocence locked in a looping cycle of abuse that stems from longer ago than the immediate effects felt now that we can see apples falling from trees blaming gravity for the pain and grief they inflict…’




…thalo-Gistic…

out of Context – ‘…to transmit these series of details into script while aligning patterns perhaps in misguided automatic writing rhythms of comprehension, then distinctive terms being bleached and skunked by the general public abusing meanings as loosely spent currency over time relegated to imperial academics who briefly consider other relevance in their short lifespans buzzing on about scholastic mass debates using corrective grammar and jargon wielding impotent power in the silent halls of their abject birth into fascism excluding others based on stereotypical bigotry and bias whose frenzy is fulfilling atrocities as though described on wish lists weighed against any collateral damage inflicted consequentially and then actions excused as necessary that cannot be helped believing their brutal executions are for a greater good, services to humanity revealed as undesirable qualities…’




…omniFactual…

‘…killer in an arcade setting to choose which as victims to game are the easiest prey or seem to appear as such Here but outer projections can be quite deceiving as nature allows for each of us some potential state of the artificial that appears inevitable to more than a few conclusions ranging spectrums between abstract and nonsense in way more variability than even our forebears could comprehend without some advanced assistance from constituent ancestors whose visions might have led to this daily occurrence of fate to complete some circuit of divinity that will not abide by human interference, only our hands can sever these fortunate future utilities of futility unbounded because we are always in the mode of defeating each other and our ideals as many conflicting ways to save the world from ourselves…’ – out of Context




…residual Erections ov thee dead…

out of Context – ‘…storms gathering momentum condense tension and energy into thunder and lightning to show for the efforts of nature transpiring as universal tumult going full tilt into blazing a pathway for the future is too uncertain for those enacting plans while they can in order to solve some conflict perhaps buried deeper than others are witness as the sensitivity and sensibility surrounding us sometimes as a shroud of urine when micturition strikes to reveal how vulnerable we are through pissed jeans and wet stains removing dignity, soon replaced by fragile galaxies whom in seeking support silently condemn themselves to be viewed as weak by those who may speak loudly though say nothing of value as isolated realm of futility lurking in the moment indebted us to death…’




…truly Fuhkt…

‘…urban white fishes scattered profusely through the oh-so holy see sighting voyages from a distance seen with sanctimonious spyglass everything is the sound of plastic now construction too false to mistake as real but over time that changes in ways most never foresee even when predictable elements are in place to rearrange fate though in a different direction than originally presupposed to become the ideal once it has fabricated an artifact unable to retract these action machines from what they are focused upon at the moment, of omens and other magical gimmicks to hint at those aspects being remade as the new flesh somewhere in the Out There where we want to believe something more than nothing must be within our grasp of understanding even if we are not to be able to mention what…’ – out of Context




…’die-que’ Otherwise decay…

‘…united statistics promoting or denying what we believe… proclivities toward deciphering what we can from the elements of skills established by experience and talents innately attached to however the sum of parts equates to us as human beings with some strangely-charming quirks and attitudes overlapping genetic codes conflicting with foundations of self and tradition interwoven between gaps and epochs of epic societal upheaval beyond parenthetical times framed by subtly radioactive strands modeling digital archives condensed to piece together provocative and such controversial states all the stirring of these overlapping thoughts as dramas of dust inside of our heads relentless until our deaths, as which we are beholden unto them in their mighty cringe as libel labels and branding to say this level of gossip is a constant medieval torture of faucet-dripping schizophrenia…’ – out of Context




…critical subLiminal…

out of Context – ‘…compulsive fools who clear the way through nature of the subtle yet sincere darkness Here compelling us forward without regard for the respect or feelings of others, what demons we are when first converging out of the ephemeral potential that lies within us as organic creatures reproducing so casually as to cause chaos because nature wills it to be so without our direct and active participation outrageous to think on a primal animal level we are merely pawns puppets and people constantly looped into overreaction time and again too often defining our character by the rhythmic routines that carry us from waking life to dreams and back through the machines another apparatus moving us like avatars sorting us out better than we command them to do, in a world consumed by hordes of postmodernists…’




…the last wind Breaker…

‘…functioning as best as possible through layers of inconvenient obstacles lodged within sights of a questionable objective always, a life devoid of humor satire and farce the only friends humorous enough to have and keep in good company because as vital abstracted quality humans have in abundance Here even if they technically don’t observe it for themselves instead a choice to be bitter and resentful of timing gone wrong as any other person on this planet but we are afraid of those things becoming spun out of proportion in strange smatterings of viral gossip transmitted more intentionally worldwide than ever before keeping us relentlessly deranging shifts gears and positions supposing there will somehow always be a tomorrow, until there are no more fucks left to give beyond the greedy hands who grab…’ – out of Context