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‘a steady droning rhythm coalesces from the air observing the odd moods enchanting as a stubborn object implemented into this muscular tapestry displaying a harmony of synchronization moving from the subtle station to shroud through our substance, and resonating so deeply in its penetrations of spiritual ebb and flow through cosmic wave gyrating slowly by our standards as like a glacier causing a change too personal yet to command a better mental shield that should appear and protect those unaware of this as a perception switching movement occurring between us because of this, in a distinct tension created by the mere mention of any sensitive subjects…’
out of Context;
‘laugh now at the dismissing ways of the ignorant mass stiff with competitive opportunism up its ass like a stick stuck even as this charismatic cystemic infection is in a process of covertly coveting your ass trying to scare you into choosing any sides in a subtle struggle to become dominant, the cruel insulting jokes choking a soft oft-mated companion in cheque by the patterns of chosen games piling up like unwanted discards in a deck before the dealing of hands we are given to raise up to the privilege of our past seeking defensive glances as we soon hold information to which we are privy far too close to our chests to ever read clearly…’
out of Context;
‘histrionic account of what it is happened since we arrived on this planet… male energy as masochistic as machismo infecting a worldwide worry machine manifest as the natural mutant to harsh and obscene consequences officiated by oblivious idiots too obvious to take anything real seriously except for their own selfish welfare distorted in a proportion out of place with what real living takes, and yet the idols we seem used to as worship were all men figured as leader respected more than others even though their powers were only as good as the people who chose to follow them speculating a future without their savior too late to claim a fruitful escape from history turned chains by civilizations of consensus spent warping time and space…’
out of Context;
‘through immortal time awaiting personal approval to seek substance after this death is received with our voice then going quiet as the personal GOD (grand operating directive) which is our own dies with us each unto ourselves and all lives we have touched and touches ours becomes something more than just this, as relic recollecting what was and is to query the enchantment laid thousands of years ago what the concept to build this titanous empire truly meant questioning a queer faith not faultless at all by default as we stall along the precipice of cliff’s edge thought a tight lair opened up by those so entranced to enter the dragon falling as a stone from the sky…’
out of Context;
‘signals describing the posturing world, this a cantankerous canker swore to us that nothing would go wrong pushing the opposite to the fore of this epic experiment that seems insane as the layers reverse and stack upon each other creating a weaving effect compressing our paradigm like a nugget of coal that is then squeezed by the pressure to become a diamond, and yet with this analogy there are still reasons that none of this social compress seems to come to fruition in the species of human crawling across the face of the heathen earth while still laughing and crying and living and dying oblivious to the garden with the manmade tumors growing up in its place as dead arms unable to send messages along the grapevine with any accuracy…’
out of Context;
‘wisdom emergent never finishes… the words as symbiotic magics urged to determine control and for some of us the manipulation of symbols and images in which mortal revelry adds to a chaotic chicanery in the symbolism to be sure whether therein lies the truth hanging like dangling mental jewelry used to perhaps make ourselves and the selfish cells we are looking as classy as the day that we had to be purged from the womb, but before lesson ever learned that we are to be consumed and consumer alike in the upright strife of dichotomy autonomously acting out the nature of aggression and projection even though it all leaves us as vessels Here…’
out of Context;
‘pursuing the spoken word as fragment of this other realm where things get lost so easily in the silence that stings with quiet determination as sciences and faiths waging wars between those as enslaved and demon elite hordes who claim to have mastery over land sea and air to such a degree so as to be acquiring all those resources that are required to survive, considered a plan to derive a vague “greater good†process from all of those life-giving qualities Now defied by animosity in a scarcity implanted like dark seed to allow these pains and misery of the interested debt…’
out of Context;
‘if this is sanity that we are tripping on then where is it that we are going to that has us so alarmed at this point in the journey?… the space before space was explored being what it is today always changing to the static dismay of the others recoiled in horror at what excrement is being thrown off your tongue these days in ways that abandon a solid self-regard thought useful in awareness of the harsh conditions Here like shield, excited and fascinated by the state of decay enveloping everything to the point of an absurdity to a degree of extreme we cannot take seriously fully anymore no matter the tones used can convey a different sense of message altogether…’
out of Context;
‘the mission of the few who are left with officially destined tasks to save this crude nude humanity… queued up to the lines of filthy oblivion in living its’ destiny through us like children sent chuting from a conquering womb as cages keep the youthful exuberance held in cheque by the teeth of their sages, those in whose a relative decision is made by the hammer of the gods to defraud their way out of the paper bag brains driveling insane because of their reign of terror…’
out of Context;
‘worming through shit to reach a higher plateau as weight and pressure inflict themselves upon a creatures’ physiology embedded within the expanse of the macrocosm trying to pry away and to force every single microcosm to be digested remarked upon and defined by itself and responsible of consequences as a living memory as the Self embodied is as this, worm turns conqueror or snake as ouroboros of our lifeline determined Now as the singularity represented by each one of us in the out there as beasts manipulated by our own atavism through the learned traditions, and their slanted biases over our eyes…’