out of Context – ‘…afforded by the upper crust of callous ivory tower elitist worked out of the common people like pus from an infected wound though leaking psychically not of the physical even through the camouflaged symptoms of such matters taking place harvesting innocent lives as incentive to work smarter and undermine fellow human beings carcinogen retarded from those handful of centuries before and after the atomic bombs were ever dropped or released to devastate this heathen earth altered mutations crawling around in soil air and water making us long guinea pigs already entering the financial demon machinery, where it is collateral compensation now up front before compassion as hospitals twisted filled with hazardous human waste confronting different plagues hosting those corroded in attitudes of misdirected hostility victimizing personal patience as all patients in general…’
‘…contrast and contradiction most take place fundamentally argued over throughout the various civilizations we have ever had the honors of getting through unharmed by karma amid multiples of generations taking up slackened gaps between distinct realizations making differences in the overall consciousness conversely conversing with or without us to represent ourselves up until that threshold when those archives of people whose loss is great can be reconstructed, written and printed works after hundreds of years using integral oral tradition gets lost when things further progress into an audio-visual aspect ratio of graphic states in hologram at first while eventually the digital capacity increases to levels only dreamed of in science fiction sentience creating effective sentences for us all to live by while still aware of indebted usurial burial under these waves…’ – out of Context
‘…to navigate ways around because judging minds always want to know the details of what is truly going on searching for divinity though lacking the ability to sense the abstract and esoteric without fearing for sanity as concepts are believed to reshape our perceptions together and as separate individuals assumed lost and wandering at times requiring guidance whether this helping hand could be deception means the doubts flash through our eyes when time comes to question this corrective authority maintaining aggressive ideals for sake of appearances while manipulations of all sorts run rampant, scamming us of the earned dignity of independence we are made to look forward to in our pursuits toward contentment as mediocre as that may be it also helps to assure the more cautious of us ways to camouflage whatever darker parts…’ – out of Context
‘…through the onslaught vivid that casts waves through us conflicting our well of tolerance when we cannot resist any longer requiring sources for our indulgence, sociopathic discretion when audience members collide causing riots for and against understanding respectively though neither has clues of what the other will do disrespect because of myopic focus staring into the sunshine blind eyes of cultists who have found their version of god on heathen earth somewhere through smoke and mirrors as much as calligraphic chicanery trailing whatever documents and signatures are left behind as commercial version of holy relics from the masters from industry buried in their fancy crypts and haunting all steps anywhere after rapacious specters never relenting if ever they find any firm anchor in your mind, horrid visions as much mine whether asleep or awake…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…superseding what strange dynamics can be found throughout our separate journeys Here dealing with debris in order to follow oneself into the narrowed spaces of the coffin as resting stop, that finite engagement with reality we must all share with ourselves more than with any other because of its personal nature intrinsic to our existence aware of other frames of truth besides our own delusion offending the flight of anyone else believed undeserving to the attention or credit who wishes to partake madness seeps through the animal rind making all of us more than a little stir crazy screaming and blinded the smoke gets in our eyes from the fires we have started flailing out search parties to find flame retardant surfaces on which to work with while still Here, in some fashion or another…’
‘…of desolation desecrating human endeavor prematurely dropping fruit off far before ever ripening sanctified treasures of nature we barely comprehend much like ourselves unable to see properly when the mind is blind forcing ideologies on others to impressive subtle control commanding respect through antagonistic methods constraining very little… much as any other civilization barrelling toward collapse one stone thrown against the thrones at a time slowly acting as the sand in the our glass of hours eroding away into the almost formlessness of everything else around us no matter how many individuals are victimized by the passing of time in such a manner without respect or etiquette to assuage our egos combined Here and reckless as separate perceptions having narrowed insight enough to survive cold critical nights of day endarkened us blinded by the light…’ – out of Context
‘…sacrificed to the grind by chewing as nature digests us in series of systems and its ornery machinery intending us to be relieved at the end of our station trained in life channeling energy through portals as porous receptacles our death transferring current senses beyond this flesh in present tenses flashes of insight as much preemptive witness moving separate from what we got used to the usual reality defining perspective into layers as old as this detritus underneath our feet smashed into retaining its present aspects of growth going from unspoiled earth alone in quiet nature as vast space shrinks ever more precariously indulging the more selfish aspects of ourselves Here quisling interests pushing preemptive betrayal forward factions confrontational anarchy fish swimming a pace out through this wholly sea voyage fighting the current mainstream distressed…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…between stellar conduits unseen but always assembling structure beyond itself no difference holy or dirty because of this density of interdependence within ourselves abilities to connect to other worlds collecting details and data further still breaking our picturesque view of perfection are gloss and gossamer dressings, compared to the vast contrast that recreates us repeatedly Here often with little luxury or fanfare seen until posthumous and serious case of ceasing to exist shriveling into the nothing as background impulse layered in levels throughout conscious pieces of dreaming this massive of a microcosm reflecting synchronous boundaries embodied in parallel circuits of essence including very little sense of itself or any of the parameters conscripting pieces from the larger whole while digging out temporarily pockets of dimensional anonymity our own minds…’
‘…selectively benefiting shadow interests invested to ensure bad outcomes where there can only be their rules and regulations managed however they wish as long as fortune continues absolving those raping the earth and its children disassembling nature with destruction and assimilation for trinketed pleasure-seeking lifestyles while remnants upon this heathen earth, infested by invasive ways within most the core principle Here similar to others dissecting resources for exacting personal gains soon overfilled such decadent miscreants faith with vile sewage thrust forward hopefully others will process this garbage more so as servants than the humans being people required to fulfill tasks keeping the daily structures in motion or else they collapse the functional wave of endeavor back to primeval stages where we could be so easily provoked into killing each other…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…that sustains us we all become such easy prey in an oversaturated world surging forward unrestrained animals acting in a jagged unison with variable aspects of the hive mind need to protect the royal jelly understood from observing other animals though curious what in the human hive mind equates guessing what captivates willingly our attention Here contradicts ideas conceiving of constructive reality, addicted to contrary behaviors aware of the outcome when we are wrong through hidden mondegreens appear everything like small faces peering out into reality as we observe it leaving pockmarks of the brave souls who choose to light the giant lantern our heads equivalent as we continue charging through streets thoroughly wasted and escaping if temporarily from those lurking real horror shit show side projects trials and tribulations connected collectively called life…’