out of Context – ‘…subjective suspension of disbelief if for only a brief moment, subdued by those counting and keeping track of the seconds wasted in details combining efficiency with a metaphor for the recycling of souls as though this were some commonplace conceptual fertile soil which allows for these myriad abstracted things to flourish in nature’s embrace reconstituting and recapitulating zygotic faces from the cosmic fluid into substantial beings Here reduced to fundamental elements that feed the machine what it requires to keep pumping babies and chemicals and other exotic caustic things in which to house its menace and ulterior motives best while throttling the glorious whole of humanity in some atrociosexual deadlock, in extremes without thinking about them…’
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…’
‘…the naive to the willfully ignorant denizens grouped to gather Here in what seems like random intervals of collusion and collision creating series of juxtaposed and compromising situations while under constraint of cannibal duress facing chafed opposition wrought Here by mere shadows hinting at some sinister appearance teased around every corner through mighty internal exposition utilized to explain, whatever there will be has been already as energy constantly cycles in a connected collection of parts speculative in their mixture as the variations ebb and flow upon threads bared by the cosmic winds winding down occasionally while other things such as fluids have their own dynamics to be aware of in subtle patterns as pheromones and signals the human body emits naturally though unnaturally omitted…’ – out of Context
‘…see the reality of what remains unresolved as microcosm for the larger whole that knows not utility words that enable us to seek clarity out of the sewage that has become some semblance of waiting for death, indebted to layers of kindness and obligation from authority whose insight we distrust off-hand because our intuition says otherwise about oftentimes subtle treachery afoot though by nature of covert tactics appears to have obscured successes as opposed to explicit violence creating eddies of mayhem in random bouts swirling hectically through the technical snares that hook and tear holes in the arguments meant to be taken seriously once the laughter settles the trends of offending units marching unified dysfunctional series in appearing as humans servile to obscene gestures…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…with what little information we have gained the ability to explain accurately whether blessedly simplistic or a complex series over the time and attention it takes, the artifactual ruining precedes itself on a level slow to construe as good for anything even in the midst of the overlapping life-death-rebirth strands of time directed through the lens of this universe not so uniform to account for the mutations and bruised egos in abundance Here sometimes in the dark forevers too long that madness does strike in all-at-once tragedy adapting to irrelevant stories woven too closely together to peel away comfortably the legitimacy that wants to feel like intimacy even when knowing no one…’
‘…what it does to hasten on ways that will come next to subversively pollinate the overlapping realms where these powers that be hold sway over beast and plant alike no matter an amount of resistance displaced by the beings who think they are in charge of this space as holding in our hands those wishes and shit produced balancing an abstract scale of equal weight mythic poetry trying to seek of others some kind of equality between concepts and their conveyance among people who contain differing rhythms of interpretation to allow for alternate sequences with consequential patterns tangling altogether without a pause of mercy, a lost nomad thirsty in the desert of the real becoming really reflective of human cruelty as it seizes us in crisis without a solution of immediate relief…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…wave after wave of generation collapsed into being Here defined by their existence and a resistance to struggle that catches us off-guard at many points within one’s own lifetime without shrugging off responsibility necessary in order to share in any of the fun or grief that this world holds onto for us whether we like it or not, the mission is not the same as the purpose a meaning not necessarily the same as the definition not as long as we are a system of variables in motion tempted toward paths whose outcome remains somewhat uncertain even when following instructions on appropriate direction asserted as truth in order to compete with the rest of the massive attack attempting their best to flow with a rhythm of being…’
‘…damage and debris flying every which way but correctly in senseless brutality of bro-magnon days, as glorious dark ages briefly glimpsed through an empirical modern spotlight that shines upon those who will not obey the tracts and treaties or the beatings from malicious sources soured on social functions long ago thanks to their sadistic egos left unchecked for far too long instead of worshiping a solid sense of responsibility to be inherited from unlikely ancestors utilizing ancient protocols to dismantle the misconstrued re-appropriation and corruption…’ – out of Context
‘…bias-wizened appeals to learn some reason to stay the same old fascist facade soft parade marching as regularly through school halls as hold up in the streets silently confessing that this is the way it needs to stay for order to work, to be atavistic and extemporaneous is not an easy thing because one must be willing to sacrifice their very lives to something else in order that the commitment is utterly binding this is why we work all our lives to establish some posthumous quality of ourselves to remain when no more attached than the stone or plaque to a memorial fatalism…’ – out of Context
‘…whole generations gone off to sacrifice when our world becomes plagued by overseers and warmongers who hoard resources and serviceable favors formed into larger courses of action woven to manifest the destiny of complex functions ever so thoroughly in motion that blurring is natural to one’s comfort challenged by vertigo and confusion, set up to fall for the first pieces that can appear to be trivial yet allude to something more perhaps an opening of perceptions rather than being culled by the great herd to find who is next in the lottery of souls still twisting and angered by cruel provocation turning the controversial into words and verses and lyrics that through art try to encapsulate some core principle…’ – out of Context