out of Context;
‘they kick and scream their way into an orderly fashion for this mad all-consuming drama as it moves minus any obvious human masterminds as it has since inception of this “sales holiday” in particular, but it was due to the guidance of the earlier wealth-mongers of this timeline that had put the organic machinery into motion once it was realized a massive profit could be made via the sheepish traits of the herd… we strain and stress against the waves of mind-numbing boredom that will strike without warning once the decision has been made to seriously relax with some random acts of thoughtless recreation…’
out of Context;
‘to say the least, the odd turkey-related behavior in praise of the god awful with its unholy seasonal shift once again at the edge of vision beginning with the usual feast-to-end-feasts as horrendous numbers of the nuclear family radioactive citizens waste without undue mass mimicry in one great conjoined ritual of these strange yearly increments that soon become followed by the decorations that signal yet another year leaving us by ourselves as the next year comes to quickly fill the place of the last one…’
out of Context;
‘indirect tidbits gathered from those on the park grounds as well as any follow-ups by the resident network news stations, but no one was harmed except for the shooter himself being injured by a shot in the leg from police officers on the scene there to confront him… but why?… could it not have the same reasoning for conspiracy as any other seemingly random school shooting commitment in an age of a hyper boredom without compassion or curiosity because it has been bred from the general populace just enough to warrant serious consideration from the people behind the power in the thrones…’
out of Context;
‘quaint rational sources of explanation are not enough for the truly innovative to advance the rest of us past the moronic oblivion we seem destined for by allowing others to lead with such authority, it seems wholly insane to my senses to give those bitches the power to control the many with such strength of conviction and confidence that heroes previously needed, but then again the demons inviting the disaster creep delicately through the human forums easily when no one sees their face because the influence needs a disguise in order to manipulate so many of us at once… influence in the media allows for that “mask” to be flexible and tight enough to sometimes keep out the leaks of disdain and impatience for humanity instead of a fiery compassion that would need no masks to hide…’
out of Context;
‘we want the same things separately as each one ignorant of the other’s motives and desires… we attract like ideas to our own even from the earliest of beginnings, but they can become lost in the struggle with retaining a sense of Self through twin distractions of guilt and shame presented by the governing system forcing our emotions into a predictable place where ideas are opened to the random and sloppy manipulations of another person’s stupidity and ignorant haste, where the more predictable elements of the human machine that defy proper definition are the negative ones resisting the positive to create a charge that further propels us forward… but we are completely hostile toward another system even though it is easy to turn misdirected rebellion into misanthropic rejection in a culture that assassinates its free thinkers…’
out of Context;
‘it is us that see them as it is they that see us so clearly and yet so distinctly alien as we touch another realm of time set in existence where there were few things that went as expected in the greater whole that we know in the Now that we summon from nothing, the parts are all Here just floating and streaming through our heads in holographic fragments waiting for us to get a clue into tapping our personal threads of Self to unify as opposed to nullify the threshold of destiny in overprotective and zealous acts…’
out of Context;
‘the fear of mistake is what makes us repeat things that defeat ourselves even as a population like this allows for mistakes to happen naturally because of an idea such as total certainty as so certainly absurd… the false face first through the open window of opportunity for the time being as though there were always a guarantee of substance to be delivered on the other side of that thing crawling through the desert of the real built by the hands long deceased but committed to the labor, a spiritual foundation as represented by the symbolism of the buildings and archived philanthropy in the semi-religious writ of all previous generations who figure they are somehow linked with the greater understanding of everything…’
out of Context;
‘concrete straight jacket restrictions implying that only a specific number of lives may ever be saved as from presupposed apocalypse death of the earth and everything on it is still as yet completely absurd and without end it seems… the slow stoned mind comes to perceive these things in ways that are distracting from the normal scope of the accepted average that finds a mantelpiece glory at the drop of a hat in the entertainment ecology blinding its denizens with such dark lights as revealed bouncing from such abyssal features reaching to cannibalize the meat of the issues surrounding our thoughts, we make ourselves empty by giving these thoughts over to the deity figured as it eats away into our field of dreams…’
out of Context;
‘the mouth of the ouroboros spinning ’round… we ride the scales along this circular circadian trip that times our process of living and dying as well as the consequences rippling from all the actions connected to the act of being as the incarnated form of individual grows up to be the adult human sphincter closing off reality and property when it comes time to enshroud the culture in its own government so that the people can compare notes between each other, to further the flow of ideas toward something of a solution as to why this spiritual machine has become the most corrupted edifice it is today…’
out of Context;
‘despite living like animals on the fringe of the nowhere waiting and making those somethings that happen like swarming flies around the dead bloated corpse of a system that has become far too infested to be relied upon with certainty, when something of worth actually happens Here the flies will scatter and lay their eggs in other moist pockets where the space between lives is yet full buried under the skin of this human thing we find ourselves within by odd comparison to the other animals as in the proposed ideal “kingdom” of beasts and their more advanced counterparts, but not everyone has the destination certainly set in their mind’s eye…’