out of Context;
‘we are not embittered alone by the swing of a diseased monkey wrench tossed into gears and cogs that have since damaged and sprung loose of their roles within the system further sending spiral plagues of dysfunction into this ever-corrupted modernity as decadent display… the wealth that builds a cold concrete forest of smooth sheer cliffside as rungless ladder to be climbed from the inside like a roach or a spider getting higher inside the web of intrigue…’
out of Context;
‘the odd looping surge to one’s own practical version of reality while syphoning the negative affliction out of the wounds for its’ own good, to learn by experience and not just in hearing about it second-hand from some street thugs or goons who never wanted to know any better except by jumping straight into the fire, and not as though all of these ridiculous conversations about filth and doom and the endings that we prophesied soon how they were going to subsume the world with all of our worst traits… just as the idea of a roaring hot blaze is expected in the fireplace…’
out of Context;
‘all matters before leaving this stasis… as we scratch and claw our way clinging to the past with no lens of remorse for what has had to be done in order to get where we are standing now cursed and morally responsible for the current state of reality, digging in those sharp spurs of cowboy wild righteous ignorance that occurred to make sense out of the wildernesses left set on slow decay as a world yearning for some ironed-out contract of absolutes in as fetishistic a practice for the businessman culture burning the midnight oil at both ends…’
out of Context;
‘jagged juxtaposition of particles sticking out and off-setting needs for better placement of parts, throwing all rules down the stares of a petty judgment and sudden thoughtless jerking emotions to tumble and break themselves as a glass all fragile and ready to be destroyed, and impudent minions trying to guard the appalling way that people treat each other like the unwanted shit clinging to the bottom of the shoe as their stinking opinion wafts over and through the nice neighborhoods…’
out of Context;
‘the corrupt adapting a master plan for mastery over the entire fucked populace of tired and worn-down threats unevenly able to stab in the dark when it seems the merest pinprick of light shines through to blind our eyes from apparent truths yet revealed as reviled spew to chundering down one’s chin, and clogging the oily flesh as sweat and grease build up to toxic levels while reality keeps spilling out germs and verses to either infect or entrain the docile domesticate human massive that begs to be servile to the fleas… these too appear as the dysfunctional nitwit to whose vigorous energies are trapped in other obnoxious pursuits forlorn lamenting to pervfection…’
out of Context;
‘seen through mismanaged pausing and waiting while the queue grows longer, and much like the lengthy snaking thing it is the skin of people shed one individuated cell after another as the lifetime has popped its own bubble for each growing being born Here of all places… the center of this disease which we have become very comfortable with each other continuing to blame all tomorrow’s parties for the idealized symptoms of today as it lurches…’
out of Context;
‘no proof is easily produced as assembly line quality searching out in some refined state that allows even the most brazenly stupid and unaware no matter how wealthy one appears to be able to understand, why should i be one to have those cues common to confusion after eating the words of your saviors like turds for scatological needs in order to study a reverse engineering the patterns of demon logic that seize the people who seem to lose faith in their idling profits a lot of nervous energy that cannot be consumed without questioning in the masters’ ways…’
out of Context;
‘leaving ourselves open to the waves of the future whether hybrid of new and old or some other synthesis altogether as it slowly changes this presence like a slightly out-of-tune rumor circulating, and the effect suddenly occurs where we are standing in the reality that reflects the humors of its residents as the energy surges passed narrowing the perceptions by what views they see… some are seeing tumors on the skin…’
out of Context;
‘the essence of what we truly ever wanted in these individual chases for some better conclusions, my multiple meaning phrases summon themselves through me as though i were channelling electric spirits like a radio or television or logging into a vast majesty inside the digital universe discovered behind these cold flat screens as they filter our wishes through to be visible in this reality, and the windows makes for a good moniker in branding 100th monkeys out of all of us as we wait in line to buy the software and all of its updates rabid with enthusiasm at this modern wonder…’
out of Context;
‘fetishistic idea of a lifestyle where one’s sleepy solid comfort is the standard bearer to which all others become shit, we the inferior are littered everywhere that no one wants to try looking because the grime clinging to our bodies is a social crime in these parts of the civility that hates us for who we are trying to be… nightmare of our life to think we are going no where or to a place that doesn’t want us as used and thrown down a waded piece of living trash outliving the abuse, with or without the crutches makes no real difference only in the eyes of a judgmental authority of whose dead soul only manifests in hateful intent to purge the system of its dreck…’