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‘trying to catch up with my one more snail’s pace in the coffin replacing the nails with the mucus again, there’s almost too much vital information scattered around this shit hole meant in the nicest way possible, but will there ever be any room for nicety anymore?… the shit has backed up out of the draining pores as i work to catchup with November of this year as well as all of this month friggin’ day-by-day as fast as i can get the words eating my brain to get the fuck out into open air, curses and blessings aside as this challenge has surpassed my expectations so far as i am without the breath used in keeping myself absolutely entertained what with all in the hell’s hand basket going on out there in the big bad real…’
out of Context;
‘the collective psyche, branding a terrible element of guilt and shame into the phobic subconsciousness that lies just beneath the surface as the real spikes through in manifestation into living breakers of this illusion of an elusive truth under lock-and-key at work against our collected will to be freed, but questions such as what are we captured by and why are we still under the impression that we would have no power when all around us it is exploited by those regarding the mantle of leader as that of the priest… a faithless pederast consuming all available energy only to dispose of the good “product” of this union before it has a chance to heal the birthing wounds that came at a price fixed in the entropic catalysts walking upright like those within the species of humanity…’
out of Context;
‘we can play games with our boredom just as we can play them with our pains or gains or freedoms, this never means that we have to win all of these games because of a heart being in the right place when competition is an acknowledged sport to which rules apply that are to be upheld to a higher standard of quality in athleticism and prowess, but without an absurd notion to burn money… the consumerist plague upon entering into the 22nd century without delay is now pushed forward by the essence of nothing but a remnant presenting itself today as some substitute for ancient ritual long forgotten…’
out of Context;
‘our wasted lip service to speak truth in a brutal way, and we may not like hearing what the outside perspectives are saying even as their words are thrown away like the debris in the streets to be scattered among the rest of us Here trying to make a personal retreat through the bullshit that more become too tired to refuse the burdens shifting… we sit in a womb state where those just waiting to be opened up to the real seed of enlightenment leads to experiencing the unique rich whole of what the world has too often in its diversity working to complete the cycle of transitioning states that the chemical mind and the emotional body are constantly regulating between forces and finite things into a manure-like mush that grows whatever it likes…’
out of Context;
‘we so easily see what is NOT the case because parts of our perspective do not want truth revealed by our own sole perceptions to be understood by us, this means that we have millions of our lives inside of us combining to make these dreams real through all the odd detailed notes recalled in ages out of time as once the moment has passed it will linger, but remains outside time to be touched only by the fingers of consciousness and memory… finding oneself out of touch without a strong memory to turn to for aid when trying to process things connecting thoughts with action and back again…’
out of Context;
‘with quite the same technique twice retaining absolute success, or you come shooting out with blank stare in the eyes and ready to stay claimed by some interested party for the next succession of years of indoctrination and lies in excess as the recession hits harder than a depression this time around the clockface in calendar procession as the great big snuffs out the slow way… there is no other art form to dig than the one you have in your capacity to cherish and make the next chapter to an already good book called ‘the life story’, the creation myths are ours to expand upon not retreat from, and once we learn their rules of game and demand when the supplies start getting out of hand as the wealthier store and surplus…’
out of Context;
‘inside our minds, there are different concepts vying for control on the connecting pathways that drive our movements internally before they have become the externalized dose of material moving of its own interests, but we are not wholly locked this way forever as the indebtedness we exercise as guilt over the ephemeral chains that claim us all to these solid states of chaos masked as a real life game of human time taken linearly as a serious thing to draw us further into the swirling loop of confusing concepts and the indistinct blurry realities that float all around among us as the Muse’s visionary dream inhales breath of life from the human animal…’
out of Context;
‘we are the living proof of mystery that there are even still mysteries to discover… there were mysteries that were never meant to be solved as there were no forms of detective then as our modern role today has made popular the invasive act of objectionable objectivity that has become trademarked as another grotesque form of entertainment anymore as televised over our mutually exclusive wavelengths of programming as they compete to make us the absolute model of the malleable consumer locked in a world of greed and want, the distortions of desirous ego as it tries to realize what it is…’
out of Context;
‘the ignorant walls that were built to close the stupid into their place instead of roaming free like true wild life… we are roaming throughout the terrain without any leaders that serve a purpose that allowing for the empty authority to use the term ‘leader’ as a total directive to tame a people that eventually grow indifferent to the razorblade hands trimming like a gardener for the topiaries of the flesh as the certain pieces of past incarnations as selves creeping, crawling are falling further down through the layered foliage and branches as the species collectively reaches for the fruit of knowledge that requires compressing concentration and patience, but are not limited to the scraping shaping raw power of government taking our minds away from us in new and intriguing ways…’
out of Context;
‘even as a new age dawns there still remains a very ancient mindset locked on channels too fierce to describe as you really must experience the cold and chill as denizens of the lower class do whose true power still as yet is reigned in like a slave to the fascist capitalist system that complies with no people’s demands, but instead respects nothing exceptional but a stabilizing command of the real as it is now made of quicksand peaking for temporary spans only in this survival-of-the-fittest bullshit in a patriarchal remnant of prehistory that prides the negative and the masculine drives to conquer and succeed at others’ expense, we have retained this way for too long to work in our favor any more as the odds have become too stacked to one side’s interests…’