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…dur Foireux cerveau pet…

‘…inhabiting our brains as that vital flashing point subdues finishing off our tainted deceptions observed, ritual excuse used exceptions to the rules jealously oblivious to the inner workings of subconscious yearnings percolating rancid revision allowing our darkest parts to survive upon whatever residence they can find inside of our heads confined that prevent escape stirring ferocious feeling from pits obsessed with retribution reviving the certainty that something is vitally wrong Here accepting very little as factual information as rather only sordid opinions confused weapons composed of words by those insensitive and are motives to match their ballistic all-too enlightened reasons to pervade all the realms in violence as though these are meaningful hold onto traditions… used to destroy ourselves insidious to the rectal sleeve and the flatulence that fabricates…’ – out of Context




…Metaphortician…

‘…incapable of sight through this shape as beyond it through cognitive linguistics our chance of getting into heads as parts and pieces of this mechanical puzzle which our existence implies for us if interpreted differently, somehow approaching the subjects and objects as conjoined primary implements that defy easy reasoning from lazy minds sometimes hiding a lack of understanding because psychological infancy can last far into an absolute series in phases of adulthood as rites of passage formulating aspects that are difficult to assume without the experience to achieve differing points of view throughout these frames that take space while alive in this specific realm allowing for understanding at all when those can be opposed to thinking that lead us now hoping for better results from a collective push to reorganize ourselves motivated by decisive action…’ – out of Context




…gleaming the Pube…

out of Context – ‘…emotional insecurity leading from fun to fighting in one fell swoop turned whoop whoop bottles broken, as classic gauntlet of the barroom brawl that spills out onto the streets but imagined as a city-wide riot where the pugilists are drunken and laughing messes massive writhing timing this conflict to finished when the animals are ready to run away trying to fix their reputation among the other thugs cursing and insulting the ones too weak to keep up with the real monsters taking lives as well as wallets growing up reckless and willing to stand up regardless of whether it happens to be right and wanting no other individual to take advantage of their position in authority, after all the beatings and undetermined privilege finally recognized the kid gets it running with a pack of wolves…’




…notions of something wUnderground…

‘…even if that means sacrificing civilizations to the context of a bloodthirsty beast let out on the loose to reign havoc intruding mayhem into social events flipping their stability transformed to become orgies of the macabre decadent and affluent, as it has always been with power-hungry minions of perfection seeking fuel for the fire in their heart of hearts beating profuse with professional confessions the edges of which tell tall tales of wealth and resources as though this were an optimal delusion to suffer from over-extension of selfish hoarding universally paranoid and protective represented by facets of one’s possessions held dear but restricting any vital access to energy flow required has led to obstruction in avaricious treasure hunters using whatever gimmick it takes to change spontaneous fortunes instantaneously with the right formula of determination…’ – out of Context




…reTahr’d-ay-shun, eschewed complication…

‘…biblical verses as this obverse observed in skewed and chewed up essay format perhaps more in the questionable style as sort of slab poetry written as though scrawl sprawling upon this supreme of screened in window to connected tissue issuing forth battles and cries because anger turns to sadness turns to madness so often as catalyst converting emotional baggage to avoid hemorrhage the brain dead from stresses unhealthily unhelpful no matter how stridently nice seeming we cannot be solely floating dreaming beings, embryonic brine seeking caricatures of creatures thirsty for accusation to become the worst version of oneself layered and recursive as curses become blessings as they converted over generations Here curing us as though that isn’t complicated enough travels finding the morale pursuing putrid virtues whose skin falls off in rotten chunks thoroughly vice…’ – out of Context




…phoboNautical…

‘…currency of the current society whose digital whispers condemn each other in subtle to extreme competitions to get ahead of the train wreck approaching us with barrier-deflecting power that be in order to make an escaping that much easier than not knowing what to do Here tricking oneself that everything is calm on the surface but struggles underneath from where there is no retreat tend to burst through in knockdown context defeating apprehension triggering suspicion that everything is bound to fail Here can we ever dissuade ourselves from perilously moving forward to excise the torment seeming endless, attached to our familiarities as the repeated patterns plague us into thinking their continuity as absolute when it is as mutable as the spirits and moods that shape our personal behavior ideas and the aspects of our character…’ – out of Context




…dreamcatcher in the Rye…

out of Context – ‘…superficial assumptions evoking troubling sleep patterns when the stress pours over moments for relaxing and resting in peace with that nagging fear and dread having morbidly ceased their quest of infiltration that finds us scared to metaphorical death dealing with the feelings of an emotional journey ahead, instead of waiting for a casual consumption of guilt and shame and isolation pushing my defenses empty that one cannot commit to steps that would balance out this picture diminished enough that self-esteem feels lacking to extents of damage mining the memories for reasons to hate and worry and consume what one should profess confess or express to fullest equivalent that leads one to the best of all scenarios for them that can execute gathering momentum conceding wisdom where steps were dumb prior numb to the conditional stupiditah…’




…feArtifice…

‘…affects rendering our influence null and void screaming in profanity at this tiny window from which we see the universe so myopically tainted by the variable perceptions lodging themselves Here in attempting to deduce discovering ways out, just as to why our always-searching-for-civilized variant of the species exists in the first place remaining enshrouded mysteriously as shards from an outer power released aeons ago mutates and re-calibrates shapes and states of being facets of a greater emanation whose awareness of itself filters through us each in our own series of personal timing layered with further collusion of variables making up that distinctive pattern toward individuals fetishizing each detail we may surmise of our character petarded Here unique by our naive phases of ignorant behavior managed as strings and threads of intent culminating in theories…’ – out of Context




…Fluct…

out of Context – ‘…redundant pressures that repeat surging circuits into place promoting a taste of unmanageable mess that living has become now locked in step still hashing out harsh raw edges of the machinery thus built tough enough to survive to the last one of us cannot remain within an organic suit of fragile armor that heals and adapts trying to prevent diminishing returns as cycles start renewing themselves to flex natural will as the world heartbeat palpitates and resurrects another series of seasoning rich within our own fluctuating historical notes narrowing down definitions to their fundamental parts structured, demanding punctures through collected integrity varied between stated beginnings toward inevitable conclusion though sorted in a variety of ways fashioned Here out of pieces placed together wedged creating some drastic connections when chaos ashes and subtle hints…’




…psychic Prayer libido…

‘…into cursed flesh and blood as we have been taught from the first being the confused embodiment of sign and object meaning and mannerisms causing our temporal interest to calcify and harden as we embrace an aged ignorance blatantly opposed to loosed change upon the world once known now overwhelming to show us of what we will miss as time labors onward tricked into losing an adaptable edge for banal stability safe in consumer shells paying for attention placed investing in trust being equal, though much as any intimate relationship founded before a stabilizing coherence of friendship has established can be said reasonably safely that it is doomed to failure and hurt feelings as there are too many readily-available examples in various combinations of failed relationship sailing forward unaware of the truly stormy weather…’ – out of Context