out of Context;
‘essentially determined to affect the world, and our dreams from inside this forever lived as experiential information save condemned to flesh out this dimension comparable to the stray ant farm metaphor so true as we anthropomorphize on into the sunset-lit horizons that mark the end of days gone by looking out and forward… sometimes sunshine blind by the customs that do bury our human tribe alive as we take on these traits further than death will measure…’
out of Context;
‘the objective goal has breached an obnoxious attention to detail?… so many alternate sides to argue the rippling reflections upon guilty feelings and repentant repercussion flex as side effect of this grand human domestication system wet networked naturally organically flowing together whether through opposition or assimilation, there is an atmosphere at work Here in a bubble churning up to the surface dynamically surging as innovators and tyrants are raised to levels of encoded programming performing for us in our moments of mad weakness…’
out of Context;
‘those ready to plummet are convinced of the lostness within them even as others would perceive another rare glimpse inside through insights dividing the practical individual from the madness of the creative drive whose urge edges closer through the random acts of abused flesh attempting some defense of a private kind, holi-dazed glaze over all eyes of the blinded can perceive tugging at the violence a cyanide Christ and his devil bunnies queer with their lazy approach empty by rote…’
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‘to defend from the ignorance insulting this feast for the senses cradled in every word and phrase, to delight or betray with stylized stolen frames of mind to mock the lies behind shallow guises as social affair ritualized, but what of the subtlety of thought mutating these perceptions considered insulting by the naked mind dragged away by the visions too stark and cold to be only for show embedded within synchronizing the dwindling fragile remains of time we have left choosing conformity over this font of knowledge made real…’
out of Context;
‘taking enlightened consciousness to live on the ground floor to learn what life is for in processing the experience as it relates to ourselves and the everything residing around playing a part in human being as the environment affecting our world, and it is a room with a view in onto the objectification of those elements as they morph and whirl in this blast furnace we have created collectively and maintain with an odd absolution of fury realized cold hard and true forceful like the reckless few who take the matters into their own hands to conquer all those crevices and cavernous realizations ever devised by the magnetic anti-mind behind substance…’
out of Context;
‘subverting anything humane into the opportunistic vanity happily paralyzing integrity to homogenize a feeling for this tragedy as interactive struggle, and the battle is never over for those lost and longing for the substance of armed combat becoming darker juvenile fits if sustained any longer than necessary after the real fight has finalized a heroic decisiveness… declaring winners and losers left for all to define in a propaganda effort to banish or shun the other side of the argument from opening at the mouth with a rambling tainted dialogue of sins, revealing through transparency the roots of a conflicted sense making us the common barbarians of legend…’
out of Context;
‘beyond the cusp as a youth hostage facing toward terrible truths, we always yearn to know more whether through feelings of guilt or curiosity makes no difference as the innocent inner child stays intact questioning all throughout what most of the growing pains are all about in becoming the idealized version of ourselves at the adult stages, but not all the spotlights will shine upon these actions living on a fringe peripherally as the egocentric mind hovers above these trivial statements of fact that no one wants to hear straight ahead but in a rigged entertaining method to sway public opinion distracted… inspired by the subconscious fray we all find ourselves within…’
out of Context;
‘pushing all the timid clones along to meet the cliff’s edge where true satisfactory testing begins with the leap of faith to trust yourself that this isn’t going to be the absolute end finishing off everyone who did not pass the first time through, but still your beating heart for one more cautious moment to see who you are that you are not a mere living machine meant for hard labor while the rest of humanity teases oodles of commodities from your worth and value as attempt to be more than the animal…’
out of Context;
‘the oppression shows us the truth in our flaws beyond which we never seem to look around for any better ways to embrace each other’s viewpoints minus the judgmental facial expressions ensnared in the grips of the social nexus where everyone is suspect in the midst of their own equal rights to things as we all are subject to this slip of the tongue with each slur or disturbed word dropped like a hint to the rest of the puzzle within, but this sleepy pursuit for a freed mind is one thing though the truth can sometimes lead us individually toward another route altogether without looking forward long enough to see what lies beyond the horizon split by the shadows and silhouettes of nature and all that humanity has interjected into the untouched…’
out of Context;
‘the edge of all our times, superior ideas lured from statistical averages used to deepen the separation as dismissal and violence are vital in assimilating by strangulation the culture from the people who support and create all material value within as manifested from ages past and those yet to arrive by virtue of the need to survive in this vapid cruelty maintained as certainty with vicious absolutes ruling over the cowards subdued, but yielding not to honesty or love but to the harsh lines drawn out and consequences long listing the slightest infraction to chart this hellish state described as necessary struggle for which we all seem to give in something that affects our abilities as people relatively scraping by at the base line barely human being always questioning life…’