‘…objecting to neglect trying our best to fight the dying of the light when no other enemies surround us today looking instead to flickers of brightness that shock the senses raw into reset as the eyes roll back in their respective head seeing the blindness in the sky strike as a lightning bolt between ears and eyes in attempting to stay conscious through that charged currency meeting resistance with morbid stillness and silence… what tricks are we trading up for when we finally decide for ourselves to advance beyond the weights set against our personal momentum from traveling the cosmic far away there moving all mutable variations with silent logic drifting between liminal spaces nominally imaginary amongst those who cannot experience the depth of layers in nuance as much nuisance of the senses…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…many of us have been vehemently brainwashed into thinking and acting in specific ways that do benefit those profit seekers willing to cross as many lines before they die just to say they did it without any real regard for the victims created from this hostile treatment which comes back upon all threatening forces wrongly denying their part, playing a prominent role in question used as critical authority over anything Here becomes a corrupting power absolutely answers excusing without explaining behaviors detrimental to our collective existence where mercy is denied except from accepted terrestrial persons in charge and asking to be taken as our leaders when they have not represented their various people for too many aeons passed beyond recognition of whatever can be genuinely interpreted as sincere in such inhospitable places…’
‘…dressed as empty words trigger horrid feelings inevitably causing wounds of more than a physical nature as pieces of friendship and pedantic leanings can fall apart when the communication is rife and rich with inane layers obsequious surmise to all persons involved tired trope conducive to remaining in contact or connected throughout the journey without any regard for meaning well being intact as people endure each other and their irrespective bullshit thrown up like vomit projects a wall of excuses that aren’t cut to fit that glitch inside my mouth that tells me what to say when it turns the brain off, it makes me go insane as weaponized masses of dysfunction that grow into thick tumors which yield a syrupy pus drawn from a deep sickness that prevails over what cultural graveyards we have…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…to rise again from the depths as superficial fads recirculate a drifting catch caught only by a few wondering where our fundamentals really come from and to what ends the words will inevitably become exploited into conforming to what stylizing of meaning lose to those that try to haphazardly follow through the middle distance Here resistant to analysis because everyone stands there against horizon line between sun see and sky, keeping consistency through constancy weighing in against curriculum by which we all say we shall abide adhering to social criminals and their kind of mayhem while it travels farther making victims of our species throughout consequent generations lingering in the blood mechanics and genetics as though curse not to be taken too lightly as the irony tries flattening out the more arrogant of us…’
‘…rough breathing suggests a challenge defeated by those forced to give up one at a time as that drowning choking entity in seize of suffering not knowing what to do next by having to face my fears in the ways musical harmonious with how one doing might perceive those credentials to become truly human instead of some contradictory asshole whose only delight seems to be what keeps disappointing others as though a pushing motion of the mind’s eye by threatening turmoil in seeking answers of darkness that may lay too far outside the range of shining, out from of our personal lighthouse whose illumination guides these vessels back to wherever home happens to be for beings of light no matter how muted by the filth of humanity snuffing out or we kill the flame…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…because of the matters of fact and levels of decay that leaves a crust over everything Here dust of dead skin cells swirling loosely across the plains in a painful recollection of detail certain that is where we will return once tired of the physical burn driving madness into our hearts, objecting to our happiness or sweeter moments as it objectifies the memories to distort and betray the personal honesty that tries to display itself in a saving grace meant to replace the negative feelings one cannot escape but can make friends with instead of an all or nothing readiness to view what variables with vicious criticism interpreting the fragile dance as a waste of time and effort aside from the sacrifice made to be accepted in a hostile environment where illusions abound…’
‘…cause the enemies crossfire to glide over my position to give me away now into feeding for slow advancement this desert of the real with my primal substance unless the minds were Here to grow a better future than this odd scene engaged with iconic pressures from dystonic imagery twisting our bodies and mind in particular ways to peculiar behaviors and mannerisms that hide our rotting corpses a little bit longer as the flame of the soul melts the individual from within candles flaring, spontaneous combustion trying to be randomly exciting igniting confusion for our saturated egos are digesting one detail after the other in collection to attain a prominent place relating us to the songs we sing to dance to laugh to know we exist Here at all is divinity…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…vibrantly ignorant of any obvious signs of decay that may occur due to the corrosive essence of corrupting pollution as lingering dark cloud over all proceedings whose acidic reigns have protected some and projected onto others but always leaks toxicity, perhaps much like a fountain wished into with such fervor and innocent joy that superstitions don’t mature they get traded in for larger vaguer more vacant corridors where fears act to swarm in uniform voice to subdue the victim much as any other subtly insidious sacrifice arranged to suspend disbelief that it could ever happen to them instead hearing the stories as though they were not also warnings used to trigger actual experiences without summoning sickness and disease to replenish the supply of bodies devoured by crooked anonymity…’
‘…communication that doesn’t fit or hit some animalistic core of the corporeal forms carrying these attitudes wherever willing to go as aspects of self encountered when least expecting of something other upon the ephemeral periphery correlating perhaps to a sunset on the horizon cheapened cliches as beautiful art over the ages we have lived and keep living surging ahead through heavy meditations contemplating this machine and how it moves vacillating a stark contrast between efficiency and sheer mayhem causing mutations of variables to extend Here in intimate immediacy of moments as they inevitably pass, through us plunging the depths where we never crept until beckoned by the spirit that shades the indefinable labelled as a soul leading us to understand less through blind acceptance than a thorough embrace of all things we cannot control…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…enough to see money murder everybody except those with enough of a something to receive the honor of a forewarning or fair treatment after being flung into the pit obsessed with the horrid details as they encapsulate the universal terror into randomized sound bits whose echoes constantly bounce off the walls to conflict and contradict one another against each other further making this chaos recycling constants perceived to generate sequences without immediate remedy too frequently that it leaves its own scars floating in the Out There as unseen whip of ether snapping inside of our minds… triggering hideous effects on the general populace handicapping our urge for flinging affairs of a serene nature that we idealized so much because it is a territory outside the human heart where external forces push and tug us around…’