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the bungle party

out of Context;
‘fine line crossed between friends as enemy voices trigger guilt and self-loathing next to second guessing how these truths used are those that define who we believe the individual to be as more than merely some lonely creature wandering around deserted by the real within once confident of plans made that we figured were right to ourselves anyway… while seeming so glorious to walk these streets that glimmer with a supposed bloody hope set free teasing our senses back to thoughts whose questions lift one outside the unusual trip that most masculine misogynist pigments of imagination have stubbornly maintained as any waves of intellectual truism setting about to change in this paradigm have been violently opposed by the ignorant human animals…’




cryptiKids

out of Context;
‘this basic digital alchemy to resurrect some facsimile of any former time signature inside the universal holographic representation of itself, the god mind displayed to the analysis of this human dimension questing and acted upon as a host is broken down and figured out by curious versions of this same creature residing as smaller units outside of our range of perception until we reach such a level in our own existence as only then might we seem to begin the journey of understanding a very real part of who we are collectively as much individually, but that is soon left for then appropriate parties whom have arrived long after these facts have been supposedly written into evidence that of the lingering primal self as cellular motor mind moving many human avatars…’




grotesque body, analytical mind…

out of Context;
‘shocking a living substance back against its constraints as entombed and aching for exits… the resistance is a revolting future to behold when taken account that the eye to the beholder whose kin slays and defeats through empirical judgment and analysis bent toward ill gains distorted beyond those forces that would explain anything left of value to these howling nothingists in starkly martyred bits and bytes parading before ones choosing to disbelieve in this futile explanation for existence tense from the fools who love indiscriminately, culling destiny into dense little herds of human as pockets of proposed civilized perception whose false truths are worth zero to none of what our life has to tell us is a reality of connecting dots…’




jazimantique

out of Context;
‘curiosity reaching through endarkened ages that hold an information as a preserve to saturate our culture still to be utilized in another frame of reference when looked through with zoetropical eyes showing us our hopes and fears with whatever we can consider a moving honesty that what is felt seems mostly betrayed genius as we might come to think of our personal righteousness… possessed by the plenum in whose gases of which we are the partially pneumatic moving through this farce of now-historic miseries taking notes where we can stand as physagogues now placed against those beings who squirt our gaseous contents out over these distorted visions when even a lack of substance can make us feel more whole while inside of ourselves Here doubting the transcendental moments of humanity…’




an epistle in episodes…

out of Context;
‘losses building a frenzy for distraction that alienates us from ourselves attempting to be better than that Other within us that takes its cues from the dead romantic endeavors that inspire us in legend and myth to epic high arts as yet to be undone amidst these mysteries of a humanity sorting itself from the insight out, assimilating all of the lessons to be gleaned from these all-too human dramas carrying themselves to the surface minus comfort or support which always occurs after the fact during traumatic periods like molten earth to boil up shifting what once was cold and solid into a fiery fluid broth that scalds the calm out of silent stony fringes of a dense sea of dirt and magma rising like a tide to wash those patented certainties out onto a crumbling assurance…’




the art tickles…

out of Context;
‘all we do while Here through a focus upon the integration of information becoming the next part of the process digesting us and all we have made out of nothing but aspiration and the material requiring us… Man impresses his subjects against the truth with false claims fashioned as perfect to push a fascist agenda seeking only to control us without release in a biased iron grip of extremity made flesh and bone reality to the world population now marching to this single beating rhythm bleeding all compassion out of these creatures trying to learn for themselves what right and wrong are about to discover a personal rationale making this passionate journey worthwhile, aching to be aware that we are each a performance living though not always aware of the art we contribute to the overall picture…’




grandma’s boy band.

out of Context;
‘the other residents who are perfectly fine left to their own devices in a partial retreat from the bulk of these fettered layers weighing down heavily upon humanity’s choices at large even up to demanding we give up on our various freedoms in order to feel as though we are so much safer than life generally can be as reality is nitty-gritty, and to leave even a fraction of that at the doorstep to worship in the comfort-cooled zone as a temple of the rationalized holy inside of our heads gutted contains the programmed fiction that we seem keyed to as the patriotic and pestilent vessels sent to dance on bloodied foreign soils until it pops somewhere in-between the ears in making sense or triggering states of digesting the disgust at participating…’




meddling in the midden…

out of Context;
‘doctrines doctored by the hands and minds of unworthy Man as next step of the evolutionary rung clearly as the bell tolls for thee that finds confidence in these words lacking any three-dimensional depth as much the quantification of emotional value becoming unwieldy as the defining measure on which to base our lives, and to then be tossed into the refuse with those unsavory wolves who choose damage and mayhem to solutions and safety where and when given the options whether to stop or continue in the present state of hate fascinated with the order it creates stacking dysfunctions blindly upon one another until the bloated corpse floats to the surface in deranged mockery of citizens united…’




phyl lopteryx

out of Context;
‘freedoms we might say that we are entitled to without asking who fought for those aspects that are now tainted for granted in systems of laconic explanations even when necessary for forward progress to condense Here, but a fatal fetal dream has popped where the bubble breaks open to show living proof of the lessons we are to learn as a series of truths by rote flying through all land sea and sky left curious why things are this way as path ever-changing the perception of what we are trying to understand with understated expanding of mind whether the bodies become that of a human or horse or dragon makes no difference with exceptions being that this subjective first-person perspective we must live through is only ours and ours alone…’




foul vowels rhyming in the bowels…

out of Context;
‘a linear construct shunts our choices away from any openminded appeals of the heart whose certainty is always in question by the impulses of one’s mind and preferences to be used a maintained cycle of behaviors in order to suck the seed of the gods and become golden as well this raw pantheon of ritual torment proliferated by the established ways of a masochistic masculine tyranny cruel for the sake of its cruelty, maybe to appease some cold dead gods of whose old patterns are integral and so needed as the newer systems require the updated versions these older formats of previous paradigms as like a shed skin when the world births itself anew to a crack loose from the chrysalis haze that has warped sight of our visions…’