out of Context;
‘part of me thinks you have to sacrifice the childish intent within oneself to consume the next level of thought altogether, but again i realize that these concepts are alternating interests that my imagination brings closer into view, sometimes one needs to explain exactly what it is they meant by all that has been said… a person begins to reflect on the inane periods throughout their strange certainty in living appropriately…’
out of Context;
‘our forms of mastery come in the recognition of respect and power within those patterns of influence, to be wary and give honor to the forces beyond one’s own authority which is surpassed only by the inquisitive dreams of the miraculous herd, and there are also many other ways to break the idea of control that we allow many things outside of ourselves to constrain our perceptions…’
out of Context;
‘taking twisted joy from implanting ideas into the minds of the enfeebled, the freedom to swing a mood around, and dictate what another person does is totally unbelievable but true to a certain extent… the entertainment masters vie for control, and make deals and layers of complex intrigue, with the ones whom feel the most inclined to lead their people astray for any profitable means of selfish employ possible…’
out of Context;
‘the distorted mind tries to cope as best it can with the infrequency of certainty, we are going to die, but that never means that it should ever be in the constraint of a society that forgives nothing… a creation that has no humane presence has no power governing human beings, making hybrid ideas of perfect biological waste that is toxic to the touch and taste, and from underground we have installed the systems that need to be manually maintained in order for there to be water and power… it seems as though there is no room for the individual, the effort of work from each person accounted for true, but when it comes to the economy of the matter all that can be stated is that there is no real compensation…’
out of Context;
‘the rise of the dark industrial age and Victorian repression as moral plateau, and always in the middle of some minor comfort struggle as any other being that dares to walk the earth passionately, there are many Here among us who feel that life is but a joke… however, not all of those miscreants are capable of overthrow, and we need each other to win the fight for revolution…’
out of Context;
‘this is not a game show, but the real of the real where every dream must come true in order for immaterial laws to supersede the human needs, the atmosphere around us swirling like the artificial flakes in a snow globe… always wanting the ideal measure to take the place of our own impartial and impatient selfish super seeds implanted to make the most impact over all the basic generations of self, whether of our own tribe or not because our plant needs to grow further at any cost, but that price has always remained ambiguous until any factual effect has long come under display through the naked eye… the absorption through human osmosis of brain tissue…’
out of Context;
‘a delivery of free random verse about the various possessive ways wicked to the good character of the social beast that the human animal can be when there are few rules applied to these interactive situations requiring the being of human, civil and calm to better assess the activities derived from the ‘party down’ mentality, but few realize this is the primal tent pole sticking out of the ground… underneath the tent we are presenting a revival, or perhaps more aptly the devival of authoritative powers that be…’
out of Context;
‘more magical of quaint slight connections between artist-music-audience… i feel like we will meet again with the like of these two Kevins in the near phuture, even if it does require the power evoked by new Nny Ppy music roused from the deep, but for now i look forward to the Killing Joke concert in the close-by in the city farther away than Here… maybe fifty dollars will get me a chance to meet them on top of tickets and driving there, and i better have my custom flag ready to give…’
out of Context;
‘the sluggish inner dimension blown wide open for the furnace chamber it is, the heart centered at the top of the ribs, and the pulse a dead beat rising in rhyme to the reason twisting the corpse alive… the labyrinthine threads through which the needle eye accepts only a few, the straws that break the camel’s back, and your mother becomes suddenly struck awake and alive as well… up through that rotted birth canal which we all jettison through, the womb has no other choice than to obey the fist, this the where the creative purge comes in handy, so-to-speak… the Slow Children are not necessarily retarded children, but merely socially unacceptable mental cases to some degree, this is the haunting realism to the situation currently prescribed the vacant mind through a spastic reflex media…’
out of Context;
‘the matted mane of hair in the eyes, the stage opened up wide as you try and fail to hyde the syde that styles your pryde, but why even seek the need to obfuscate the mind’s eye?… with all the weight we each carry, it is an impossible act to accept and admit when one is corrupted through being another chemical missionary, and the company pharmacopoeia tries to sap the brain and energy necessary to break the cycles of pain… to generate a thought from the organic transmitter lodged with electrical impulses to run the circuits, chemical mechanisms moving without word, but merely the right frame of insight to guide an escape through the days…’