‘…with sickness authoritative and dominating as much domesticating of all creatures Here tensions and pressures permit everything generating conflict while predicting outcomes often playing games without reconciling action breaking habits twisting sentimental features bleaker as patience wears thin becoming spectral layer shrouding the senses from real coping mechanisms working for personal intentions alone as though tapping into that natural chaos shapeshifting mystique inside all of us wanderers freely thinking about everything that crosses our paths conduits to next days and after, blanket chatter idling before irrevocably spent in ways that cash in or buy out individual integrity for conforming to the larger social picture as it is presented to us though the greater synchronicity which we interpret as gods speak to us through symbols…’ – out of Context
‘…aplomb bombing countries into dust for which our world finances are so willfully donated no doubts will be allowed to question the dominating regime in offending stages of playing offense defending nothing but paper seams burning up dreams, our sacrifice to the golden of idol warships worshiped because they can destroy us though what fun would be left an estranged beaten heart bleeding when what we are capable of doing to ensure our ability to keep living comes to light liberal love crimes aside revealed by pesky journalists searching for the bottom line of truth whether or not this means wisdom is another interpretation entirely devoid of compassion in spite of an unacceptable narrative infesting us with depression as the normalized symptom of the age demi-urgent technologies pushing to the extremes in points to fearlessness…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘… switch out intention on mere whimsy liars in wait to the detriment of the rest of us meanwhile portions of corpses in boxes ignore us shotgun surgery used to cure what ails cultural malignancy Here worried about futures as maturation expresses its flaws and virtues those individuals serving themselves in complex series of puzzling circumstances collected attempting to understand human experience amid this heathen earth filled with perverts and deviants time becomes another realm of thought to escape through as portal or tunnel might compel us to personally choose whether or not to adventure, forward or backward even failure becomes another vessel for progress to be contained within storage of vastly archived organic sequencing transforming the shadows of nature into human beings often feelings trapped Here collected yet isolated from each other somehow…’
out of Context – ‘…taken for granted with ease much as our ancestors did beginning scary trends of severing threads from our environment whose subtle subliminal traces flows back through us from blood relatives united deemed family tall tale somewhere behind the hyperbolic inside of us telltale signs hiding stacked genetic odd bits and parlor tricks we will not come to understand until we get older narrowing their sights cannot replicate personal experience infinitely residing to take advantage defeating people to survive keeping their genes alive in this unsafe journey through cesspools as though narcissistic mirrors casting no reflections, only interpretations that interfere no matter how repulsive their septic presence wearing dysfunctional into us as we exemplify growth naturally turning toward savory aspects of maturity contrary confessions creating creatures…’
‘…souls stolen from other dealers fragmented pus jewel into personal jewelry worn by creatures rotted from within chained to the cosmic machine whirling around us in its own faceless orbituary, data entries dark styling fruition by the marks scarring us into social domestication suffering through this necrotizing fascism as hospital gangrene of impolite political functioning without compassion faces of democracy worn away through stress and lacking hygienic maintenance enough to sustain reliable narratives only localized lessons to be learned from mutilated people in eccentric foulness custom-built by incredible deviants choosing to remain fearless as much limbless and determined through love loss waste logic reasoning how best in gradually assuring that ties remain severed toxic context or another shun sine blinded by tsunami-sized trauma waves…’ – out of Context
‘…look as hours change into days offending our sense of continuity if ever anything goes awry that we cannot control, retarding ourselves hardest when we lose it all calm composure and emotional clarity required to make compromised situations better instead of taking advantage of others while they are forced to be open and willing to disaster already persecuted the freaks by those whom think they know better though often this is the one trick pony abused from neglecting maintenance duties eventually succumbing to natural decay used too much it becomes worn out cliche sinister leanings seeming critical supposition of superstitions as stupid unreliable narrative flow that goes askew at some point down the mountain while simultaneously rejecting known for remote, possibilities are endless or what skies disguise the limits we could plausibly achieve…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…apparent to naked eyes staring blindly into the lightning breaking circuits when lacking guidance novel intellect acting as volatile missile striking targets only they perceive as threat obviousness enshrouded in mystery as much trails of misery remaining unbroken until the gaps personal confidence fostering doubt as opponents in potent taint reprehensibly laying to waste incomprehensible aspects acquiring traits learning something incomplete through allowed means of broaching discomfort, distrust before acknowledging locally acting in the social equation gestures of apologizing only lead to more mayhem where ready apologies feel ingenuine genuflecting and fears out of courtesy ill timed when successful interactions require actual humanity in the engagement there are no bridges built to extend contact that do not also appear open to being burned…’
‘…the exactitudes extruded from this existence used to power the powers that be or die in sacrifice to how hard they are trying Here silence thrusting guilt forward after father knows best even if its just some uniform worn to deliver sermons cursing us to be these obnoxious creatures rancid lucidity all reinforcing needs to not piss away life while one has it able stable and ready to exchange pursuit for something worthwhile, if only oneself could be less self-defeating meeting others and making sense of shared trauma to find the voice that would allow speaking freely while Here alone though offended at the gratitude at lacking offspring or confident going anywhere one wishes but truly afraid of hard work and no payoff shattering the dreams that if realistic enough may come to pass…’ – out of Context
‘…tension ruling us by soft influence authorities whose subversive expertise allows for this complete domestication occurring worldwide, civilization choking by happenstance upon so many factors there is no tracking all details for one person yet we seem to survive Here at times thrive when the environment and social prerequisites are met though since this televised age started there have been and will be various junctures where onslaught amount of novel information has overwhelmed the systems into storage of past events even though they are all relevant especially during these denial times lived through now to extremes as that it appears book burners and other assorted ghouls and goons are soon to end up in seats of power, the summoning of cognition reckoning once again with creepy weird romantic nostalgia for the older capitalist gilded age…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…expectation unfulfilled as the process consumes us with its silence stillness and fury denoting the complex friction contradictory is similar force taken to light matches to those attractions sparking inspiration sometimes directing whatever supportive help created can thereby be dashed because as cantankerous whirling hatred turns everything into blasphemy all joking aside astride malign voices that chime out the cacophony of negative fancy rendering us cowards we somehow survive by the skin of our teeth collectively gnashing against the cosmic bit that tricks us into being ridden by algorithms of riddle, binary customs that bind us tighter though also tempers that aforementioned friction pushing separation to reconcile every detail from differing objectives to real time memories missed to those pieces of dream one wishes they could hold onto…’