out of Context;
‘the naturally cohesive and practical gone astray from the moment of ‘go’, where the confused are set against the logic of the imposing mind thriving off the siphoning from others’ glory to allow just enough space for the living to move about on what they believe is their own free will even as the energy so imbibed allows for the manipulation to go on occurring while the negative counterpoint envelopes this present paradigm with its shading and hues that imply the darkness is all there is to this game, but this is merely a blanket response in order to keep all people generally unaware by any means necessary like a direct sedation of the populace through their addictive television-watching habits as the symbols of programming that translate into entertainment capable of distracting the person any time…’
out of Context;
‘the mouth of the ouroboros spinning ’round… we ride the scales along this circular circadian trip that times our process of living and dying as well as the consequences rippling from all the actions connected to the act of being as the incarnated form of individual grows up to be the adult human sphincter closing off reality and property when it comes time to enshroud the culture in its own government so that the people can compare notes between each other, to further the flow of ideas toward something of a solution as to why this spiritual machine has become the most corrupted edifice it is today…’
out of Context;
‘society has taken its people for granted in a way that for so long has drained the spirit out of unity out of us by making us live by models proven wrong time and again… even as you think you can just sit by and witness like the regular television spectator so insidiously and subtly implanted by the system, you must realize that it is from my perspective that you are speaking now as you hear my words, but this must teach you to think about what you are hearing and must pull into focus how true these ideas are for you as individuals… very few have become “successful” in the structure without some thought put into the understanding of what they pursue…’
out of Context;
‘if only there were some cocaine in front of me in the Here and Now once more making my throat and mind numb to the hapless patterns that we all have in one way or another allowed our many selves to get encapsulated within as the drone mentality (read; static) wears simple function to its barest bones when the human is ready to become equipped for much more than task of labor alone, the animated features of the animal in the blood mingle with this human machine as it moves reinforced by the present appraisal of the world soul transitioning into a mechanistic reality that decides to provoke the fate of the human animal into knowing the position of its own end as larger cosmic bodies swiftly and fluidly swing back and forth in oblong circles rotating…’
out of Context;
‘despite living like animals on the fringe of the nowhere waiting and making those somethings that happen like swarming flies around the dead bloated corpse of a system that has become far too infested to be relied upon with certainty, when something of worth actually happens Here the flies will scatter and lay their eggs in other moist pockets where the space between lives is yet full buried under the skin of this human thing we find ourselves within by odd comparison to the other animals as in the proposed ideal “kingdom” of beasts and their more advanced counterparts, but not everyone has the destination certainly set in their mind’s eye…’
out of Context;
‘the flesh can make one appear as wholly unbelievable in this rather banal explanation for worldly examples that defy in any obvious place the greater assemblage of parts and particles as loose structure of we beliefs that reject being dismissed, and instead venturing forth untarried (read; not anchored) by the material gravity made real by the consuming wedge that drives itself deep into the living psyche where the raw information is snatched by an organic ‘what’ technology lodged in the human body… we are all pilots “flying” together in unison unaware of each other through sheer anonymous window glass transparent when the glare doesn’t strike just the right angle with its blast of the bright shine as we the many passengers inside of this vessel wince at the stabbing knife of light launching itself into their dark…’
out of Context;
‘no one wants to hear the wrong thing come out of their mouths when it means the difference between being understood and wigging out among the morons, and sometimes we all come so close in the ways that make us rethink our own personal value while embedded in this massive thing humanity has become as the human tools get used and abused and then put away when things only stay fresh in that precious gap in present timing as the humans are possessed with a righteous urge to define themselves in glowing terms only to further profit from making even the false appropriate impression in order to cage people in their own ideals and then misuse the hypocritical knife’s edge for personal gain, what else does politics have to offer anyone except a misuse of power…’
out of Context;
‘in the middle of fascist extremes burning with a feared and gory staked claim upon a nightmare conscious of what it can do to Man through his dreams of horrible profit and grandiose vibrations toward power, and calling for the inferior to give everything to the feet of their new master who could kill them whenever he chooses to kill those who especially participate in what he chooses to call the system… ‘government’, that grinding machine that chews down the tissue and marrow into sizes that fit as well with the outrage as the degree of disgust that this supposedly optimal system plays against to further the overall atmosphere of frustrations that make their appearance known so easily, but questions of whether this dirty beast will go away or be tamed by the reasoned and logical…’
out of Context;
‘as time shifts, possibility opens and contracts like a giant dilating cyclopean eye perhaps the mind’s eye as seeing from a god’s perspective of selflessness that creates its own aura of selfishness contracting and narrows the connective tissue in these new synthetic gods we become, but are we the fools becoming leaders or the leaders becoming fools in the saturnalia that recycles our energy throughout the cosmos Here in the cult of tomorrow… the roles and energy get expended and moved about from creature to creature like a vast circuit that works channeled from a sudden involved understanding that ebbs into frustrated ignorance as we hit our lows on unique radii of timing that has moved long before we ever could have even been considered conscious entities, choosing to forget all this as we begin to attune…’
out of Context;
‘this modern age moving beyond the solitary mind as it individuates experience equally between all of us, in tune and burning off those detrimental skins that continuously ignite and shed themselves from the darkened heart of the animal Man who relives the chaos of raw earthen desire and conflict, but this is merely another myth in the making as hell begins to appear to eat the deceptive cunning out from the new reality we are creating together which has no need of conspiracy except as marker for the stream of lies shooting out of the mouths of the artful interpreters taking the time to subtly weave each striking piece of artifice to the ideology depicted on the faces of these warriors racing for a finish line… the challenge subsumes the direct witness…’