out of Context;
‘i do write as though my freedom were compromised on all levels but this one portal at my fingertips, there are shameless attempts to provoke a reaction from any kind of audience that will make the effort to read my work, and i have heard from close sources that some of my best “work” consists of these momentary diatribes of non-fiction… sometimes you might call it ‘prosetry’ in a way of containing the contradiction in action, the mind boils fervent energy like water in a kettle, and what leaks from the interaction of living substance is a caustic expression of what it takes to be real Here… these are the distracting qualities of the human experience…’
out of Context;
‘sometimes the state of reality is too overwhelming for the passionless mutants that stomp and wail against the perceived insult of actual human intelligence, but these inhumans have found their ways into political forums that dispose of the respect and credibility deserved of one who actually tries to motivate positive change… we are vain and we are blind, we hate people who are not polite, but a heavy reliance on this principle alone is false and leads a society astray… we quip and insult our way into taking advantage of others who we do not even know with factual evidence of their decency…’
out of Context;
‘as a warrior upon perhaps a purest path to take past all perverted grace of leprous debt insane resuscitated joining hands to force the energy forth like hardcore flaneurs roaming the streets with no hope for a future setting of day and night in cycles of systematic repetition… not nihilists but hopeless idlers wandering aimlessly through dark stone columns of souls variously lit at spots like some vibrant everlasting torch or candle expelling darkness in a short halo around its view of the city, the pants are worn at the knees and see-through to some degree while these stains from the blood will not go away, and the washing machines walk among the mad unyielding fiends you get used to seeing everyday…’
out of Context;
‘straining in attempt to see what others might consider a veiled truth lurking in the cosmic underbrush as it is hidden by so much distracting matter… whether it is far nobler to give in to the mighty truths of others, giving their systems the upper hand for your own learned intelligence which by proxy gives them the power to state ugly words and terms of hateful hidden gestures over your life’s work for decades to come, but the rebellion comes in so many forms capable to shatter the current mode of deranged stasis to which we have become all-too accustomed as the rage in our hearts builds to greater and greater extents as the rebels begin to overpopulate those wishing to maintain this thing the way it is… oh, the precious interpretations are out there, dear reader…’
out of Context;
‘leaving us trusting the false idols whose chatter forms a cacophonous mess from which it is quite difficult to discern whether to go or stay, the data is always in flux to feel out the weaknesses and impurities from within, and this action can betray the dense causality surrounding the precarious knowledge of information and the digital age as we go deeper… we embed ourselves in dark territories in order to overcome the harm inflicted by forces out of our control, the more we strike out among our enemies the more respect we naturally harvest from this cruel plateau to which we have succumb, but there are still mysteries that will evade conscious analysis and classification…’
out of Context;
‘maybe paragraph breaks would mean the world of difference as to actually being interpreted coherently, but few streams of consciousness are succinct in their methods with few people being able to interpret accurately their own sorted feelings on everything… our culture kills those that are not part of the cell, and anything that goes beyond that “god” wall is sacrificed for the intent and purpose of innovative nature, as death is not always that great equalizer for everyone…’
out of Context;
‘we have been the poor ones overthrown from our own government, and it is we who fault for the upkeep in a weak fundamental richness or clarity, seeking the only known truths in the material verse and verbal stroke of luck in a torrid sphere of fakers and fools… at least three chords is not impossible to follow when utilizing a steady beat that just requires energy, and you are really in business because then all you need are some screamed lyrics or chants, you can either challenge them through atonal murk or through the hardest hooks you can find… the blasphemy of submitting to the corporate world, i.e. learning you have finally sold out…’
out of Context;
‘it may seem unreal an idea to some, but those are mainly the intellectual folks who “know” otherwise or the right way to go about things in this world, your basic person is very literally lead and fed by a safety net system that drives us to the ends of the earth for further grotesque establishment of a sheltered environment in which to raise the youth in comfort and without ideas of harm perverting their minds… our concepts of innocence lost realized in fear, and much like the protagonist who becomes the “golden ass”, we all have this bizarre derivative of innocent curiosity twisted into the insatiable desire and unrelenting curiosity to see and understand magic or the real mystery of active reality…’
out of Context;
‘dressing up in an isolated and conservative town, if that manner is relative more so to a Victorian appeal as opposed to an athletic or consumer static visage of hypocrisy… top hat and tails are what make the outfit, and dressing down is necessary to blend in with the micro-minded officiators of the general trends among all of these so-called real people… they hate us just as we hate them…’
