out of Context – ‘…compulsive fools who clear the way through nature of the subtle yet sincere darkness Here compelling us forward without regard for the respect or feelings of others, what demons we are when first converging out of the ephemeral potential that lies within us as organic creatures reproducing so casually as to cause chaos because nature wills it to be so without our direct and active participation outrageous to think on a primal animal level we are merely pawns puppets and people constantly looped into overreaction time and again too often defining our character by the rhythmic routines that carry us from waking life to dreams and back through the machines another apparatus moving us like avatars sorting us out better than we command them to do, in a world consumed by hordes of postmodernists…’
‘…functioning as best as possible through layers of inconvenient obstacles lodged within sights of a questionable objective always, a life devoid of humor satire and farce the only friends humorous enough to have and keep in good company because as vital abstracted quality humans have in abundance Here even if they technically don’t observe it for themselves instead a choice to be bitter and resentful of timing gone wrong as any other person on this planet but we are afraid of those things becoming spun out of proportion in strange smatterings of viral gossip transmitted more intentionally worldwide than ever before keeping us relentlessly deranging shifts gears and positions supposing there will somehow always be a tomorrow, until there are no more fucks left to give beyond the greedy hands who grab…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…subjective suspension of disbelief if for only a brief moment, subdued by those counting and keeping track of the seconds wasted in details combining efficiency with a metaphor for the recycling of souls as though this were some commonplace conceptual fertile soil which allows for these myriad abstracted things to flourish in nature’s embrace reconstituting and recapitulating zygotic faces from the cosmic fluid into substantial beings Here reduced to fundamental elements that feed the machine what it requires to keep pumping babies and chemicals and other exotic caustic things in which to house its menace and ulterior motives best while throttling the glorious whole of humanity in some atrociosexual deadlock, in extremes without thinking about them…’
‘…of lingering suppositions heavens or raptures that suddenly turn mortal shapes null and void when we would meanwhile still be attempting to survive beyond merely functions as has been dreamed of for some time by now as fiery light by which we guide ourselves through darkened decades to within present circumstances of striving throughout medieval periods in absolute chaos serving only the edge of the blade whether that forces one to bleed for their goals, that wondering to atrophy and wither once their atrocities are revealed whether or not the rest of the world agrees Here they are fraught with discrepancies throughout the journey perceived with senses that cannot fully comprehend the scales of viciousness and vindictive subversion that seeps in from the societal cracks seeding the warp and weft to soak in change…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…involuntarily celibate stutter as though the words could ever make sense in your lifetime because none of the idolized coolness will stay familiar what with all these new-fangled technobabble placed Here to impress your friends if you can really call them that if there is no bond beyond acquaintance being social as a hobby for some those whom collect people to insulate themselves from prominent problems of the day in either confusing their unique qualities as special or truly afraid of the glitch in these systems like a piece of cracking glass that slowly yet steadily yields to shatter, usually at the most inconvenient moments whether driving by rocks thrown as walls and ceilings collapse creating a different reality new to the user whose interface requires a more engaging personality doing the best it can…’
out of Context – ‘…to rise again from the depths as superficial fads recirculate a drifting catch caught only by a few wondering where our fundamentals really come from and to what ends the words will inevitably become exploited into conforming to what stylizing of meaning lose to those that try to haphazardly follow through the middle distance Here resistant to analysis because everyone stands there against horizon line between sun see and sky, keeping consistency through constancy weighing in against curriculum by which we all say we shall abide adhering to social criminals and their kind of mayhem while it travels farther making victims of our species throughout consequent generations lingering in the blood mechanics and genetics as though curse not to be taken too lightly as the irony tries flattening out the more arrogant of us…’
out of Context – ‘…because of the matters of fact and levels of decay that leaves a crust over everything Here dust of dead skin cells swirling loosely across the plains in a painful recollection of detail certain that is where we will return once tired of the physical burn driving madness into our hearts, objecting to our happiness or sweeter moments as it objectifies the memories to distort and betray the personal honesty that tries to display itself in a saving grace meant to replace the negative feelings one cannot escape but can make friends with instead of an all or nothing readiness to view what variables with vicious criticism interpreting the fragile dance as a waste of time and effort aside from the sacrifice made to be accepted in a hostile environment where illusions abound…’
‘…cause the enemies crossfire to glide over my position to give me away now into feeding for slow advancement this desert of the real with my primal substance unless the minds were Here to grow a better future than this odd scene engaged with iconic pressures from dystonic imagery twisting our bodies and mind in particular ways to peculiar behaviors and mannerisms that hide our rotting corpses a little bit longer as the flame of the soul melts the individual from within candles flaring, spontaneous combustion trying to be randomly exciting igniting confusion for our saturated egos are digesting one detail after the other in collection to attain a prominent place relating us to the songs we sing to dance to laugh to know we exist Here at all is divinity…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…vibrantly ignorant of any obvious signs of decay that may occur due to the corrosive essence of corrupting pollution as lingering dark cloud over all proceedings whose acidic reigns have protected some and projected onto others but always leaks toxicity, perhaps much like a fountain wished into with such fervor and innocent joy that superstitions don’t mature they get traded in for larger vaguer more vacant corridors where fears act to swarm in uniform voice to subdue the victim much as any other subtly insidious sacrifice arranged to suspend disbelief that it could ever happen to them instead hearing the stories as though they were not also warnings used to trigger actual experiences without summoning sickness and disease to replenish the supply of bodies devoured by crooked anonymity…’
‘…communication that doesn’t fit or hit some animalistic core of the corporeal forms carrying these attitudes wherever willing to go as aspects of self encountered when least expecting of something other upon the ephemeral periphery correlating perhaps to a sunset on the horizon cheapened cliches as beautiful art over the ages we have lived and keep living surging ahead through heavy meditations contemplating this machine and how it moves vacillating a stark contrast between efficiency and sheer mayhem causing mutations of variables to extend Here in intimate immediacy of moments as they inevitably pass, through us plunging the depths where we never crept until beckoned by the spirit that shades the indefinable labelled as a soul leading us to understand less through blind acceptance than a thorough embrace of all things we cannot control…’ – out of Context