out of Context;
‘heroes who might perhaps feel this way all the time locked away into pens of a preconception trading a near perfect likeness of immortality through expression where great people finally succumb as a caricature of themselves or their causes… no black and white, no this or that, only the grey of oblivion the beauty of grey as silent form of the shadow like a slow decay staking so many people who choose their fears over their feelings too often… it is reality which claims the fascist from decency or the decent urge towards community…’
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‘again through the back door of the mind into that subtle entrance by your divine lifeline gathered Here for the moment while taking you away from your fears, or perhaps to guide you straight through harm into the abyss from which you first came shooting as shards of splintered sperm oblivious to any direction transferring the energy into a mechanical surging… either way we are allured by a sexual distinction locked in the act looking for and wishing for anything to permeate the shell unforgiven for cracking under this lustful pressure pushing the boundaries much closer together edging us to forward a loving poisonous passion throbbing with horror for those human ways we can be so cruel yet so kind at the worse of times it seems, fucking up the party with our conditions…’
out of Context;
‘defying the hasty compressed and panicked reality that distorts this picture of sanity into looking like shit most days out of the week before trying to cross over out from after this life on into some other that i alone cannot certainly define to be true, and glimpsing serious spills over into our dysfunctional forms of fun that cater to our caterwauling as howling hooligans who do not repent as this ain’t like no church y’all been in since Dionysis reigned as the given god of the moment… revelry taken to the hilt…’
out of Context;
‘we could never be anything else… we describe the many different elements so easily even as we are selective with our participation in those few events taken to be the what we think we want to involve ourselves within because we follow our destiny dragging us through the mire, from the utter desolation of loneliness that triggers a deep-heated hatred inside of us to refuse others who may guide us to a more brilliant conclusion as the general glare of the multitude refuses us as we are…’
out of Context;
‘whether you realize it or not humanity does not exist at the point of a sword demanding the victim to yield by force, but this cannot lead to a valuable outcome as those odd officials we have already seen on the latest news programs can attest to scandal in the midst of service to others as the more selfish and unavoidably sour in this culture choose to maniacally subvert positive attention to exalt the extreme negative as a secret authority masked from people they are chosen to convince they serve at all costs… casualties of the violent wages paid by all who were drafted to play in the last war to be revealed in this way as the figureheads have fallen after the fact of their utility has passed and so trust cannot be manufactured…’
out of Context;
‘an almost parallel psychic sympathy crossing one personal consciousness over edges of the fictitious and factual blurring lines and perceptive awareness… the psychedelic gap that finds its way into the dialogue because it is an essence vital to the next modern spirit advancing beyond the inhibitions of this last age lost to us through wages of war and secrecy gone against a people’s true willpower as a facet left undisclosed to others wishing to exploit for opportunity this real magic of truth, their agents are trained not to speak in the codes of the majority to distinguish their material power for the others even though it never stops too many from abusing the powers granted to make the person as marked authority figure from then on with current suspicions of corruption igniting remarks…’
out of Context;
‘in the hearts and minds of a people to hatch creatures of social perfection out of these egg-like nuclear families whose dysfunctions can be hidden by years of tension laid bare as nerve after nerve is further torn away by happenstance occurrences swirling like instinctual notions inside the cells set to detonate at any instant, a system like this dissolving from dangerous incisions as the reckless decisions travel boldly to the public surface suicidal venting made maximum history upon impact as we decide who lives and who dies so easily without regard for the human life it is caught wasted as fated by a system whose propaganda mantras advertised and televised to the extreme of content as the anonymous majority watches it all upon multiple channels… no wonder the bees are dying off at an alarming rate…’
out of Context;
‘minus the data of a misinformation wave that leaks into our modern age of almost total technological assimilation subsuming the casual human in all their luxury into the meat of the system merely by the interactivity central to this our storming force pushing into the digital, where this everything takes on a novel appearance to those novice to the digital world set in motion and constantly moving even in those long gaps of time that we seem to inhabit fully as the animal of humanity soon becoming aware…’
out of Context;
‘these disastrous desires as a concentrated conscience bears the burden recalled of now as discipline, the magician’s wand as fisted phallic symbol waving ‘abracadabra’ all over those magical things creating offshoots with some unique signature partially aware of the service for which they are conceived as to the burden of waste placed upon the rest of a wasted negative age washed away by corrosive behaviors surging forward into the darkness to try understanding why it is there to begin with, but soon even these ideal goals are to be cast aside in the cold and brilliant analytic lights as senses…’
out of Context;
‘shared but unseen as it exists in those darkest of the malefic reaches where a malfunction of a mind and body inhabit the similar space as that emotional form shaped by fluctuating patterns of those wildly mutating and interspersed in-between other senses surrounding the human being, acts of doing as much with our short time Here as is capable for one person suffering dry heaves from a holy mal de mer…’