out of Context;
‘through open space in waves of motion as a conscious continuous light… flying on through dimensions without a form constraining this complicated atmosphere into a dense complicity and collaboration among all the forces at work Here as the secret understanding filters in subtly throughout this system, all as particles that contribute to being the unique cohesive entity requiring some owned sense of value inherent to an individual donation of a piece of the whole story in one person’s embodiment…’
out of Context;
‘programming our damned DNA strands like sands in time running rand with stones of irregular shape and size minus a method or conscious decision on our part as we daze into the sunshine blindness a little while longer so the metadata can sink in deeper, sitting across from our consciousness in trance while the tasks loom greater than we have ever fathomed before missed in our daily grinding away of self as raft through this social rift in attempts to reinforce who we were as we dance across the surface of this thing one moment after the other…’
out of Context;
‘within moments of achievement even these symptoms of a greater problem can still linger with people who might go so far as to make every argument about themselves unsound with an irrational basis in true understanding for human compassion, details describing just how bad we have it when we are somehow taken advantage of with all the aspects that make us trivialized and taken for granted that we are alive today moving inside a maze of fear… an enchanting Jimi Hendrix-phrased conundrum ‘if p was q’ when confronting the fallacy within logical argument using the nonsense eyes…’
out of Context;
‘pleased as pigs in shit when hells’ fury can transfer the energy to another pursuit altogether inert before striving heroically for the win convincing us to conquest for our owned versions of the golden holy truth as guardian to assuage our restless fears… sacred are the scared in trying to play the meek role while the courageous stain the world with blood vying to gain as control is reverence to their doctrines which praise hate and a separation of faiths even when the truth would seem otherwise to this ideal standard…’
out of Context;
‘this fixated affliction summoning resentment to the surface to cement a stability into place against type with our instincts intact as yet betrayed by the emotional lunge and parry displayed in this tense side of combat… emotional feedback looping psychotically emptily as the ultra-masculine patriarchal pride pushes people to become shallow versions of themselves merely to keep up appearances of the pseudo-civility we imbibe, while underneath beats the heart of a sycophantic swimming through polarities of hatred and anger…’
out of Context;
‘the modern American ghouls syphoning a life vicariously through money-worship and idolization, and churning the firmament of a fomenting society into shitty class wars and struggle that smuggles the righteous traits out of place to enforce the smiling fakery trying to subjugate humanity into their place with no safety in numb fingers broken and bitten by the cold states of change… i cannot persuade you with my half-assed pontificating disguised as poetry attempting to urge the thresholds to differ as the dimensional depths of reality fluctuates relentlessly in both an inner and outer space…’
out of Context;
‘as belief brings manifestation through the immediate dissonance of these grinding wheels in motion… high horses ridden by loathsome whorish forces selling out the majority to share the trivialized pieces between themselves as a commodity of whatever crude aspect that wealth would mean to those while dreaming for a further conquest at no matter the cost, the only way to know is to do even when in the middle in this digital wave as a tsunami…’
out of Context;
‘you soon learn that given life is terribly short if living for the work only as so many hopeful youth are fascinated by the fist fuck, as we live suspended between vague and correct that some people are so good at projecting their perspectives onto others, and i can’t hear my words as they drain and flow like bitter turds… the substance of trying to know has undermined a truer understanding as god is just a big tease in a holding pattern for saturn…’
out of Context;
‘we as the people, who have decided to manifest as the wicked skeletons fleshed out of a darkened closet that polite programmed society tries to keep welded shut felt as damage not as a chapter in history from which there is much to be learned, but we can only start doing this as real people if we grant ourselves the power to resist the vampire drain masked as beneficial when seeing this lie should push manic resistance from our lips…’
out of Context;
‘all these sheepish pigs and cattle lined up to seat themselves on the great American saddle as battles occur to define who wins and who loses their turn on this gamey stasis betrayed, as though something else other than this way were useless while the laughingly naive become settled with their diseased seeds of syphilitic abortion as neural cell death is affected to prevent the cognitive recognition of these decisions made without any consent from the victims…’