out of Context;
‘life-changing pieces which will create the puzzling person we end up with as finalized version, but even posthumous memories and items cannot replace the face that came with the name or disdain that might have been common to one who has done so much to change the worlds swirling around them as visibly displaced remains the echoing sensations… like ghosts always in revolution…’
out of Context:
‘the dead beats of the apocalypse heart spread enlightened fire to the resisting heads unwilling to try understanding this mess made before they ever got Here to confess empty what it is they sold as souls for the material left in the wake, this a seething sea of debris and decay as the pieces rust and writhe as machine gone astray as much in the dark as the light of a new age where nothing rules over us as our lives are each so very precious both to us and the people we affect by our thoughts and actions coming alive…’
out of Context;
‘the symbols and signals that garner respect for those that know how to play these vindictive little games that mute more than one or two voices to exorcise the random ghosts of rebellion out of the system… i cannot stand this rage at an impotent stance neutralized by a credible opinion from out of ivory towers gilded in a shroud of oblivion as a humanity staggering out from underneath the shadow tries as many keys as possible to unlock this doorway as an exit, in some kind of path through all the collected works and versions of this station earth…’
out of Context;
‘the cycles have guided us toward the atmosphere Here, but it is as the skin is finally being pulled up over the bones for a fashionable birth that reality ultimately gives way to the newest of arrivals as space and time warp to allow this entrance to occur… a breach of screeching winnowing outward projection easily it teases doubts where none but confidence in total were steel mantras pushing this forward momentum to further reinforce hoping for the nude beginning again, and it is these layers leading to trial and err that speech staggers along in the wake of a futile explanation for anything but abstraction describing of action made to control and fasten the next thing to the next one in line dropping out of the same chutes as the rest of us, rebelling…’
out of Context;
‘conceptions molded into a truth becoming brittle as the ages past have drained and withered it from a graceless shaking bait… it is this trap of expression to be trapped and expressed in quantified breath as captured from the litter of literal thoughts centering around shroud of a humane convenience wrapped about in hasty ignorance for a future predicted born of multiple protrusions of influence by neither reason or logic as it is the fusion of this duality that confuses those general people just attempting to live some kind of ideal family life that is never easy nor is it simple as growth flows without bothering to warn anyone these days, the common education has become stagnant trying to adapt as an entity with humans as its’ brain…’
out of Context;
‘this cult war between everyone and everyone else Here, easily part of the destruction of society in this current frame of mind as written in the Now you see before you to be taken with either a grain of salt in a superstitious fashion lightly over the shoulder, or as some trivial marker of history when it was relevant and undeveloped as a wound open but dismissed whether through some stubborn attitude out of defensive reflex to protect anything but what might be considered the sacrificial self whose fate is determined by a holy presence somehow mistaken as independent of the human imagination unlike every other pantheon of gods ever conceived as true at one time or another… things started out as a perfection even though it was one that had no obvious realization of consequence…’
out of Context;
‘set these rhythms to motion to throttle the imagination into spastic attacks of insurgency through the methods of madness as in words that capture the sequence of humanity by their absolution immersed in this cataclysm of decision dissecting revision as agent into reason and logic with growing awareness fitful ay best even for those strong of intellect, the vanishing seed has scared me awake with cold sweat dripping down the spinal column like fluid fear coalescing on the outside of this figure famished and hungry for knowledge like a thick wedge with some wine to let this lament pour forth with a swift experienced tongue as derived of the seriousness of the occasion for casual causality, and much like the grenades thrown by hand into the fray the explosive distinctions fit naturally where our rationale tells us…’
out of Context;
‘floating like motes in the air as matters we have not yet as much care in our indifference to be aware enough to ensure our ability to survive all, but even all the warm contents of the soul cannot deliver one from the responsibility of being born Here in this formulaic state where reversal is commonplace for a seedier contingent of our race whose sources may not be of this earth for as a bit remotely wacky as it may seem as though they were spiritually reptilian of origin… they being those enforcing the powers that be in their heinous scheming scrabbling for opportunities to steal from others more deserving of their share of the world because we all contain value even though it seems as though that other more unscrupulous characters wield darker arts…’
out of Context;
‘defying the hasty compressed and panicked reality that distorts this picture of sanity into looking like shit most days out of the week before trying to cross over out from after this life on into some other that i alone cannot certainly define to be true, and glimpsing serious spills over into our dysfunctional forms of fun that cater to our caterwauling as howling hooligans who do not repent as this ain’t like no church y’all been in since Dionysis reigned as the given god of the moment… revelry taken to the hilt…’
out of Context;
‘an almost parallel psychic sympathy crossing one personal consciousness over edges of the fictitious and factual blurring lines and perceptive awareness… the psychedelic gap that finds its way into the dialogue because it is an essence vital to the next modern spirit advancing beyond the inhibitions of this last age lost to us through wages of war and secrecy gone against a people’s true willpower as a facet left undisclosed to others wishing to exploit for opportunity this real magic of truth, their agents are trained not to speak in the codes of the majority to distinguish their material power for the others even though it never stops too many from abusing the powers granted to make the person as marked authority figure from then on with current suspicions of corruption igniting remarks…’