out of Context;
‘how does one think about anything without a trail of vomit to follow from the lips?… the evil animate tricks that wish and guilt trip the rest of the social structure into collapse, but bring your own umbrella as the glass shards rain down into this soft parade charade, the mighty swinging thing that creeps and calls our names from the distance… the restricted wits of the Prometheus bound, a crass metaphor for what could work for intelligence in a world quite this fiendish, as it postures and pounds so hellishly upset of true impotence…’
out of Context;
‘some complexity protrudes from the organ which i call a brain, this projected something is where i am left standing with imagination to my right and the hastily quicksilver critical faculty to my left, and the internal conflict wells up like a fount to express in random symbols hurled to face those demons full-front…’
out of Context;
‘we have the cultural blinding agent in our eyes as a collective, we cannot get over the fact that we are more splendid all together than as the various separately achieving ulterior motivators, and trying to pep talk the new world army into submission… representing the American scream in the age of inevitable oppression…’
out of Context;
‘we choose the bitter pill to swallow first, whether we know it or not, and the grief and the guilt come from this influence deep inside the conscious mind… a supine gesture for an antiquated laze, twelve gauges to free the head, and sometimes making the grey matter splatter more brilliant…’
out of Context;
‘compartmentalize the truth into sequences of controlled mob mentality, and create a populace in fear and panic… to stuff it up inside of our pants to make us feel the electrodes used to fry our primal urge to dust, kill the rebellion, and come away richer and more developed than the rest…’
out of Context;
‘whether that leads to a being bondaged by belief, or guided through wisdom is only apparent after years of time and movement has exhausted all probability, squeezing all the toothpaste out of the tube as it were…’
out of Context;
‘we grow and die, we capture the various pieces of information that our own unique filtration systems are able to perceive through the murky cluttered view of reality, and these bits and bytes are data that our random access memory can incorporate into the living understanding that we each are capable of becoming…’
out of Context;
‘the thunder beneath the feet of titans, but suppose there is a fatal flaw in this wider view, this overwhelming noise and titanic vision becomes a veil enveloping our senses to distract away from the nearing end of a particular phase to life as we know it… some, and they are too few, see it for what it is and cannot stop repeating the message…’
out of Context;
‘there are dark times ahead of us just as there are dark times behind the mask of progress, we have had to deal with it always fluctuating between the black/ white world we were raised with, but was there ever any mention of the grey area from authority on any levels?… no… because that would stem the flow of the raping machine…’
out of Context;
‘or does that just never matter in the grand scheme of cosmic madness prevailing?… the raw and unyielding words sting and scar as they fly out and away, trying to pressure cook the whole lot of us in an infernal stew, and making the melting pot boiling hot to scald the unfortunate ones…’