rants & raves Archives - Page 36 of 108 - All The Wrong Topics dot com

telos, something we don’t know…

out of Context;
‘verbal remaining visual to the chain letters linked by the missing persons thought of value by the superficial societies that would rather dine upon the deities than risk as the courageous seekers who are eager to take one’s own reins and be damned with the rest of these rapists in changing terms to shift the shame and guilt upon one another until this system jerks to a halt, but ask what of the survivors whose opportunism trains them the best out of situations proposed like a test as government overloaded by the neoanderthals in our midst reflecting and projecting their animal stinks as camouflage to hide any sinister misinformation given as a credit to their nature as compassionless critter falsely naming themselves without flaws…’




just a fool’s paradigm

out of Context;
‘this bleeding state of ignorance heaving up missionaries whose positions make them into superiors as much as syphilitic in the extreme designing this new world dream to which we have all donated in some sense, tiny and crawling on all of those hands and feats of this kingdom to maintain a sense of order even when we are all so horribly out of it as if a great number of these insignificant hours as disturbed become the stories and anecdotes we pass along with the ease of the virus more patterns of encoded information central to anything or to any reason a conscious entity might choose to be Here, or to have a right to be heard by these humans in their war on worship trying to vivisect every side to the battle or argument with analysis…’




persistent organic pollutants in culture…

out of Context;
‘taking on a weight from the others shouldered for the sake to lift another to a higher status quoted as being the top of the heap to reap what one has sewn into the fabric of reality whose gimmicks are as quick and extreme in the hindsight as the breezy daydreams of the foresight as a gift to see the symbols utilized by a future that appears to reinforce that hazy past behind us while the sleepers ever keep sleeping in moments swept together in the ethers Here, and our bodies house these substances that shift the sands of time even if we never had an hourglass figure or the diagram as vessel with which to work through variable patiences that sometimes condemn our conscious focus to atrophy in this competition for developed continuity…’




feartland kuntry banned

out of Context;
‘we play our songs looking for the piper and dancers to be there even when it is just you and me left to our own devices a queer singalong where everyone applies the same lyrical fancies that seems nasty to an ignorant fool whose taste in everything is limited by his privilege as demon seed sprouting wings and flying to seek rabid form of a fire-breathing devil with which to obtain this vampiric fortitude in order to prey upon victims in need of a simple savior, rock stars with flavor…’




the minus touch

out of Context;
‘throughout a furnace of the soul as the sweat hangs limp in that diesel breeze cooling and drying this stink onto us forcing us into re-washing everything dirty and damp with ideal clean routines that due the trick to kirk imagination from our fingertips as we lose touch within our dreams for the absolute certainty that takes place when there is no one but ourselves to guide us, and find us lacking as that diabolical critic manipulating the social physics universal amongst us to make everyone feel oppressed and depressed and distressed at that weighty amount of condemnation to relieve the burden we have become as that turd in the punchbowl floating mysteriously dropped by someone who enjoys leaving the mess for someone else to clean up as it takes a real lack of humanity…’




the shitonomous collective

out of Context;
‘nature’s truth commanding pawns to murmur with rumors and gossip too flippant to be true lost among the pillars of the community whose immunity and indifference to their own foibles can utterly render this reality banal and stagnant as the marching squadrons collapse yet another civilized group of residents native to a part of the earth found guilty by the power-mongers’ forces colliding with their ache of compassion, and beginning to worm into the heart of an omission carrying out bitter fights to exorcise any peaceful agreement from within sterilizing the new meanings with a bitter end game face as the assholes take their place upon the human stages that loop and continue to craze that massive untamed madness that humanity has become with these cesspool deliveries as barren from lazy behavior as from the hollow cost…’




traumaturgy…

out of Context;
‘cozy as the baby ignorant we once were conceived as, ensnared and caught in a crossfire when growth and self-awareness are achieved to be deceived by this system as it tells us not to care too much about the rest of the cattle led to slaughter to dine as sacrifice fighting a survival game instinct distinct in its vapid and compassionless push to create a simple world where nothing viewed as false is considered true as though to be absolute and certain of this concrete example forever, and as landmarks and watermarks made once the reigns swept away by the winds of change spinning this roulette ever onward in toward pursuit of dreams made real by doses of antagonistic dread ascending to higher realms as yet to still be possessed by a ritualizing of nature programmed…’




nymph lodes

out of Context;
‘only a few to lead you as guide through the threshold of temperance modeled after the gods and monsters of the mysterious world you are receiving in these words as gateway to access your potential attempt at this perception of yourself from a distance kept as a lesson or homunculus to teach you the moral of what you did wrong to get Here… substantial qualities that humble seekers of truth to the facts of wisdom a thread at a time like Theseus in the labyrinth winding a way through this maze that strikes most ready as the serpent to find a vein within the vain attempts of humans who conquer and tap upon a venomous strain of endorphins released through the mainstream of this system watching mass diseases paralyze the plans of individual people…’




let’s get whorganizized..!

out of Context;
‘turns of fate made future of fortune for time is in those choices knowing as though having been through this routine cycle of shedding skins of the many witnesses before within a few other forms up until now processed perception of personal truths by many a various loophole this system has embedded deep within whose roles begin as being to move these creatures one at a time through the cosmic colon, or toward attaining the stained status as leader in the puppet string theory of modern day polititricks learned by the white banal privilege of a Mankind still attempting to drain all sweet innocence into some commodified cultish by-product to be shipped and exploited without any single thread of compassion in the business of progression previewing the intents of a civilization trying to defend its position…’




…in a wicked shitty

out of Context;
‘yet another minion-to-be still jogging on that treadmill making efficient the units of erg humming up and down like a heartbeat pulsing behind us, trailing this bloody accident as the emotional baggage weighing into us as much onto our invisible burdens that life shifts for us as we travel picking up various new insights as they are revealed opens to us when seeming to occur from out of thin err as mistakes stack against the impenetrable position we have built for defense though all these defensive beings bump and grind in an autonomous dreaming under the neon lights that cut deeper into our psychic impressions of what is than anything else can or will glaring stained color, but it is this that does not mean anything at all in training us to fall…’