‘…society summoning more cannon fodder from anonymous fathers and mothers denying the role biology thrust upon them that participates or feel the full pressure of relatives and family members to join in the continuous saga that compels us to forego our ego for something we may not perceive as better or bettering the world at large Here at times trapped within our own headspace whose conflicts are never easy, pulled out of the grey matter to try speaking though nothing slips out except for those mental whispers trafficking thoughts nervously vying to attach a strand onto the breath of paralyzed ancestor spirits forced to continue as long as we exist Here separating dream from memory as it precariously strikes us least expecting of what the something becomes with or without our captivated unconventional intervention…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…this attraction to distraction vacuous dangerous and damaging to the plans set in motion far before our new birth Here to witness something more than nothing but the localized tragedy of learning to live with such disappointed expectations throughout our lives collapsed into human shape to crave a means to escape from the doubt and the pain championed suffering to make us stronger killing us in the processing, complex archival qualities that lock us into place with our jobs and our shelter and whatever credits we can claim to shame ourselves and others away from us continued even after we are gone from this living state of being doing our best to relate to such alien terrain Here causing messes and mayhem the same as when we were infants terrible yet conditioned…’
‘…the argument by gurus throwing out their shamanic panic as the feng shui shuriken projected to attack the sensibilities of the victim suddenly waylaid and knocked down by the grips of something even further outside realms of implacable gods that monitor the wiles and whims of cultural manifestations that utilize very little information to strive forward as though correct in the assimilation of other civilizations by force or forces that undermine the qualities of cultures other than our own taken as granted sources of our uniquest qualities that automatically qualify us for acceptance unless we are submitted to walking, that fine line that forgets the humans treading a lost pathway some might dread daring to say leading nowhere nullifies passage of thoughts foreign in general that don’t belong to us…’ – out of Context
‘…not a proper substitute when nothing else will do Here in this particular instance we have created seeking fortunes without a doubt as to where our efforts go cannot be all those nightmare realities displayed as though meaningful enough to portray not betray the true emotions that explode upon the screens antagonizing dreams out of heads in furtive expressions of natural nomenclature excessively possessing our darker side as shadow element preceding as substantial weighty moralism that dominates as it changes the landscape, almost as if manifest destiny always in effect crucifying the handful as sacrifice as opposed to a majority of influence wasted on people who inevitably do not care for freedom or slavery but toe the line out of fears that another dread period of time will in fact infect us with terror…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…bodies we inhabit for a time inspiring our minds with perception and imagination as magical founts from within sparked to exist Here seemingly at random waves collapsing into solid forms as humans demanding to be heard much as any other scene of the absurd causing frequencies to decay as the motivation grows limp and listless crawling up into whatever self be considered relentless impulses shared by the many massive qualities humanity alone is privy to as conscious creatures cycling through resources as until then we shall keep reaping nonexistent harvests from the land as memory fades, our lives hinging on remedies from enemies that may never arrive as we thought we knew would be the truth but became false clarity taken as visions or ego gimmicks with which a future could change for the better…’
out of Context – ‘…moods change and sways the textures we perceive or signals received as transceivers for the senses training us to be constantly adaptive and aware of textures so subtle and nuanced as to be nonexistent in some human perceptions of what really is there to begin with as much any glimpse of stability or static absolutes, we convince ourselves and others that we are just fine even though that drastically reduces our personal pains to minor detail left damaged by the mistaken calm of thinking we know what comes next without first ready to read deeper into the subtext of the savage elements within us projected outward used as emotional weaponry against those who might try to harm us body and soul as much any kind of psychological warfare unfairly utilized to manipulate those perceived enemies…’
out of Context – ‘…where better people should be working to advance the quality of life while still living in it as real time manifestations nervously breaking through to great disturbance in the forces surrounding us and our steady pursuits… trying to move through moot miasma dense with these collected dreads and fears advancing far further as these metastasize through society and culture infectiously traveling between us all given enough time lapse singular signals moving distinctly about sorting through the sands of time perhaps picturing each crystal in its finite size actually larger enough to fit many things into a physical memory in this instance each batch of memories contained in a brain equals a grain without doubt occurring with some glitches where erratic charge ends up working against that grain of this world to disastrous result…’
‘…the sun is a star of cold dead light that burns our eyes so conflicted by what we have seen and will likely see shed revealing disguises instead of an actual hand behind the curtain leading to rescue from this cesspit strayed voices in the darkest reaches that scream of god as a cold dead light that sends our emotions and intelligence into hypocryphal tensions fricticious extensions stranger than fiction to breakdown and nervously takeover remainders the leftovers of a digestive nature as apocryphal tendencies toward hypocrisy when crisis cannot be avoided much longer through harrowing blight of the metaliminal… spaces within spaces that do not appear as though to take up any space no matter how large the containers can be perceived to be from the inside out allowing a completely different perspective…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…conflicting us yet further still sometimes to darker places to hit wrong as long as we allow ourselves to retrieve the inner child to act like babes in the woods lost until we are ravished and our blood feeds the soil darker still for these years go by so unafraid of twisting us in such awful ways played… as games we shun being played by others who build terror and tension in equal strands of threatening haste implied copy and paste emotions officiating over real ones accumulating as a counterpoint flushing past a wall unseen except by those whose experience dictate and register such discoveries before others in the material universal finding stable footing while beings versus a psychic leak doing its best to emit vital fluids and knowledge into the abyss that stares back…’
‘…vital parts of self as time wears on critical of our dramatics constrain dynamically by contrary forces from any official sources forward movement manifesting a capable gravity well of souls which powers we exploit are drawn deliberately rejecting sophisticated techniques because of a difficult stigma we all appear smothered with it as chalk outlines marking the restrained bodies Here pained faces have managed to gather as witnesses to the next events whatever they may be affecting are larger scope of traits attesting to humanity being able to further on in their collected journey expecting, and wanting for levity to carriage us all away from our fears and dread to suspend the psychic sacrificing on the cake mad from human blood and bone ashes and guts allowed to coagulate and create an ominous stench…’ – out of Context