out of Context;
‘the unbounded cloud highway awaits you a voice reverberates from somewhere within your head, and it sounds clear and ready to take the control desired to replace that responsibility weighing with stress upon the receiver of the projected images or visions making the subtle bodies shift and reassume the tasks of change that have to occur out to constitute this degree of reality we think we know what we see, the voices a varying perceptions speaking out against the grain of one lone resounding pulse as though peals from a grand bell off in the distance imperceptible through mortal eyes and ears… this is what is so distracting and frustrating…’
out of Context;
‘the little boy inside of me is frightened by the lecherous adult that lives on the outside of this carcass, the externalized series of lessons mush the body into these forms that shift as appropriate to adapt under stress and duress of duty, and to defy privileged attacks from the insulted cowards in their ivory towers to whom thoughts of joy and happiness are merely fodder for more instances of rape and plunder… our faces drawn from the ancient gallery of names and lords, where truth varnishes the soiled steel of the martyr’s death that springs forth in monumental glory of idols, but the vanquished edge of the brink as exiled by human moral codes does not care for the false words of hope generated like meaningless marketing campaigns destined for the toilet of the future…’
out of Context;
‘we speak with mouths sewn shut when spoken to, tongues cursed as the words leave our lips, and we give into those heartless tricks the vital energy that sparks this sudden burst of life sprayed all over the six walls forming the cells and our hallowed halls of power in cycles gone wrong… the cursed are ruling the world, and making our lifeforms into sufferers as sacrificial lambs delivered to the evil to further their own ends through betrayal and manipulations making most of us wish we were extinct, for which there are far too many words to write Here to convey the point without too many glaring-eyed stares eating and suckling for a taste of my wares…’
out of Context;
‘the throngs eat shit because survival is not for the fittest or even the weakest, for there would have to be a much more subtle and insidious greatest common denominator to link us as one species, but my question is more built in a curiosity whether to consider the human with other animals… the human has embodied a representative feature for the neanderthal in its growth as much as the alien humanoid with the vast future potential found in the science fiction stories of human creation, all unique worlds holographically projected into the ether from within the mass of matter and space that could be otherwise known to be the brain, and its organic circuitry works in collaboration with the sensitive membranes and receptors that enmesh to create the organic portal…’
out of Context;
‘the venue and parking were abominable because of the faux wealthy atmosphere of the area, we were getting in just as the first headliner was finishing their set and standing in line for beer to cope with the stress of the driving just before, but i couldn’t let go of my angst and upset feelings just like the child i am even though she was sorry for getting so terribly furious with my behavior… i was being the selfish creep all night until the beer hit all the right spots after almost half an hour to forty-five minute wait, with the outdoor freshness getting more dense with each spliff lit up in excited relay of commemoration for the good time shared by everyone else but me…’
out of Context;
‘those like myself in the majority fighting against the crimes of the culture that birth inhumane practices to subdue the human animal in the actualization of a real human potential, or the creation of the individual destiny manifested without harsher than imagined consequences of action, we are raised in ongoing mutiny of social structures to either become a piece in the immense nomenclature of this flawed whirligig perpetual motion (read: moron) machine spitting out more fools and charlatans as an antidote and catalyst to enact the new and innovative use of extremes…. or the human can accept only the personal locomotion that makes their own world move…’
out of Context;
‘we are summoned Here by the ritual of sequence and consequence, as the actors we display ourselves by the heartless fist for progress that fascism has become more common in relation to progress, and stupid boys think that they can run or own the world and all those precious commodities stored within it… however, a fatal flaw lingers between the entertainment and the entertained when it comes to matters of agenda, and you can only string along willing participants so long before a simple breakdown in communication tatters it all to shreds because this is just so-called continuity ripped from the arms of chaos in meditation… the tormental downpour from animistic thoughts with lives of their own one day soon crawling through the streets like rats before moving upright in the world…’
out of Context;
‘the control that media has on our ideas as the system expunges our purpose and ethics for mass and volume and the efficacy thereof… we look only for the carved into stone approach as being the better of multiple choices, no matter how bitterly we have sacrificed for these backward ideals that siphon the creative impulse from the rest of this neanderthal cesspool that stone aged creations have leaped through like a warping portal from one stage to the next without even beginning to scratch the surface, but this is how one begins to carve away the wall-like covering over the fence that shelters this route from all the other intruders getting in lawless and chaotic of momentum… rolling down the mountain like a horse with no name…’
out of Context;
‘the history edible and viable for the consuming mass quality in the realm of life phased constantly between the material lines and the crossing of artificial boundaries of growth meant to subdue the physical swell in number of individual cells that would consolidate into one massive titanous form to behold, as though this were some kind of Clive Barker tale at all, but no this is how all of the pieces even the feces come together within us to be expressed as the human being… no way to escape this grotesque burlesque or its dancing fools shambling the entertainment into a new state of frenzy to keep the surging binary code at work…’
out of Context;
‘the particles of passion presented through old-fashioned ideals, it’s nice to know that we are so easy to twist the ideas around ourselves, and especially without the classic fear of retaliation that comes with a war brain set on kill like organic programming should be for the children to respond to… the haunting melodies as they swell and strain from their own will alone swiftly sift through the people like a sieve, we corrupted of humanity a majority built in disgrace for the entertainment quota of the rational fold taking public opinion to new levels of the hoard, and we appear helpless from the outside mind…’