out of Context;
‘are we those soulless machines that we see gliding across the streets in horror at the state of the as yet to be place we are always inhabiting?… some of us are walking nightmares, and we beat back our inner demons only to unleash them at the most unjustifiable moments at those that do not need the pain…’
out of Context;
‘the menace lies outside the walls… waiting… fires burn the ashes of evidence in the wake of our mishaps with laws and functions… to stay in line or walk away?… difficult defined those one-word wayward saints… actions… to make the day how we want it… only the jerk-offs hear nonsense as their dead nazi incestors make up their minds for them…’
out of Context;
‘the tunnel grows sharp as it inserts and asserts itself in the anatomy of gesturing symbols… they twist apart and leave their striking point in the conscious plane… it changes from mouth to mouth for a chance to stick somewhere that it has never been before… a furious freak out that we can’t see as deftly as we need… under the surface, it mates itself sparingly with torrential outpouring of restless emotions…’
out of Context;
‘I shall set forth and acquire the right supplements to isolate from the state of reflection that weekend’s can achieve sometimes, but is oblivion the best moniker for this situation?… post-October, what are we left with for a fall season, and how does one cope with the pain inherent in the mysteries?… the unknown always presents the most interesting riddles to perceive…’
out of Context;
‘we are greedy for trying to understand even that which does not need to be known. taken with the ability to undermine our own future for a piece of the puzzle now…’
out of Context;
‘the urge to resist a system that already tries to bypass our functional approach to making the world unite, a way beneath the skin to condemn ourselves to the purity of conflict and detention, and we always come to do it to ourselves before others… only as a tease to what horrors that it could so easily be… this biological technology stinks of rot and ill-advised plans… unforgiving forces take our bones and bodies to declare what real is and has to be…’
Nine times…nines times, I have fought for these threads. the clerk nodded, absentmindedly.
seemed to agree with every word I said at-large. clearing his throat, he calmly replied cautiously.
What trouble would you have, sir? my defiant stand made him quite clearly affected, a silent stand.
the lone vagrant diatribe cautiously relents into the darkness of his forgotten intellect, a swine standing. there where a man just stood, relenting against a painful system infecting him. his twisting made leaps into the insecure nature of impact, as the crutches fell away to the floor, and he faced thunderous approach into a concrete surface. the flames ignited through a human anger flew and spewed to the floor. the scream at the end left no doubt at the intrigue in the wake of the apparent. Did you like that, cripple? he was not afraid to …
out of Context;
‘the dirty and nasty traits shot into the culture through society’s veins to affect generations and generations until we defeat ourselves letting those-whom-are-not-to-be to take our places as the cattle…’
out of Context;
‘the narrowed focus of being the truly deceived, manipulated from simpletons planning their checker board tests of strength, and ages remaining to discover what falsehoods can be revealed behind the masks playing havoc behind the scenes… the horrid fantasy world that becomes the game board in action… mocking reality for the fears inherent in other minds…’
out of Context;
‘we seem to conform to other diatribes of opinion just to satisfy the fiction of an ideal existence… do we sanctify our own ways of being true to ourselves in that harrowing light?…’