out of Context – ‘…nothing is the only answer and whose only true representative is the very same nobody that it has been for decades now moving into our modern age filled with dictatorial manifestations infested power by investing, energy and focus upon one goal in regards to prevent change in any form from suddenly occurring and triggering the ides of warfare and the unfair tactics that go with them into history or the shadows thereof without stagger and lock step behind every subtle action committed by ulterior motives becoming real if but for a moment that trails on into the archives as mission failed like so many of our video games that give us a handful of lives to lead the repeated acts to glory until bored or tired wanting more out of limited escapes to fit in…’
‘…hearts deeper than that jesus because of their hands at work fixing those broken layers taking token leisure for granted gift but able to be taken back by forces beyond our merely selfish woes whittling us down into creatures, that we can barely recognize Now that we have reached this plethora of auras mixing as some failed ghost chorus singing you silently through personal interludes in exposition defining your tumultuous tale ends and all traumatic steps in-between navigating of destiny with no small part in the whole glory thing taken way too far even as a joke we are choking on the remnants of coal-powered joys from a past creeping into our future through obscene rhetoric that jerks us out of our original headspace Here when letting our guard down too much to shield us…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…a curse betraying their presence perhaps similar as to midas touch turned douche fingers, golden gods kill those they are attracted to thinking that love could be so easily attained by idiots who encapsulate raw doses of grotesque pain that it personally makes me weep trying to control the inner narrative without fail yet conscious suspension of disbelief or even belief for that matter in something supreme without attaching harmful eccentricity extremely unnerving regular bystanders who all have their own ideals of a mission to accomplish Here though often we are left to assume supervision for ourselves once we are able to command a reliable presence devoid of harsh wisecracks at the corporate expense, laid to waste as hollow insistence under duress of their company manhandlers whose capable molestation relies upon freedom of access…’
out of Context – ‘…constructive proof that maybe we actually deserve to exist Here where we were born into this realm without knowing what manner of broken things waits ahead of us in the journey cycling past the eventual to get gritty with the details whether truth or friction causing counterpoint with fictitious capacity to allow cognizant dissonance in our minds, we try to solve by tying up loose end types of resolution in matters we may not feel the ability to balance more than humanly-plausible Here lacking certain guidance because we all have to work for the money in some form or another try and mine the crafts at our disposal to draft into potential for constructive behavior while able to piece together any kinds of peace or harmony…’
out of Context – ‘…modified versions of “the sky is falling” mentality especially when it feels that apocalypse coming is just around the corner where eyes shelter from the unforgiving everyday at the same intervals that cannot contain remedies to the new disease if it still grabs us by random when it wants to feed from our personal sense as being totally succumbs doing the best it can do to not fall apart Here, when it seems all sources point against us in our fragments of psychic structure attempting to change us for its ideals of a better even if we never know the outcome to be a certainty because nothing appears so absolute for long while we are Here lost and adrift in our own thoughts stretched tightly across our senses that we can easily doubt our direction…’
‘…information camouflaged by the intense intents of ulterior motives moving the dogs of war into some type of attack formation Here once the enemy is confirmed to be removed from the board while keeping other pieces unaware until much later down the timeline because varied movements were eliminated with little more made than a whisper less obvious than by trails of paperwork, there is no way to thoroughly obliterate the far flung future that greases the wheels and cogs and gears grinding down human activity to a nub barely seen from a window of the soul riding chariots with no charity toward others less fortunate in the desert of the real because only you can decide to be this way doing to others what worse things you think they wish to do to you…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…the cycle deviates from utter kindness and forgiveness as threshold between those that see themselves in others and others choosing only to see themselves through that mirror quantifying the conscious human standing before it, attempting to seize whatever humanity is left residing in the living shell seen across from us slowly coming to understand personally-owed proper encapsulations for what it ever means to be this human thing never quite an animal all the way but neither a fully-accepted part of the whole featured Here as one of the players when failure becomes the new name of the game looked to for distraction amidst a clash of subtle and counterpoint layers to overstimulate cognizant dissonance from the peanut gallery…’
‘…piss into a mister coffee and get taster’s choice from it no matter the platitudes taken as attitudes given raw and rude as crude delight expresses in the claims at stake Here where cannibal kings preach flawed wisdom into the ears of anyone who will listen to their sideways chants whose effectiveness lies in the hypnotic strain of the voice using those words against the person who hears them speaking awful gibberish servings of harsh tones inflected with dire infections for the sanity and its stability Here… catapulted into a default factor of that olfactory smell sweeping this industrial nation we continue attending to because it remains the last bastion of ideal freedoms utilized as a form of saleable dope or sedative supply aiding in the attrition and atrophy that such chemical conditioning implies…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…wedged up my ass attached to my soul harassing input out of me in the applications hardwired to assault the senses whether there is compliance of captive attention doing the most we can until we are left out fatally in the fetal position vulnerable to further degradation feeding us forcefully a diet of worms and services by others whom know not with what we have to do to survive because a template of wellness is fitted over twisted perceptions prescribed, as though able to shrug off the labels of shallow degenerate or idiot so easily when no one seems to give a damn about anything that doesn’t make them wealthy or respected establishing clout among those that cannot sympathize with such a climb upon the hierarchy of life as fabricated…’
‘…turning all of us into default victims whether we had a choice or not makes no difference to these absolutes of brutality walking in flesh and most born from wombs as you or me spending nine months hiding and waiting for a term of release in which the purging of fluids then unchains this embryonic biomass as possible bionic murderer-in-training capable of utilizing the latest tools of death and torment seeing each person as potential targets can be cathartic yet tragically doom one to acting out their fantasies, casualties of a causal interest in mayhem without regards to the long-term affects that occur when humans decide to be animals…’ – out of Context