out of Context;
‘people take the orders that make them monsters as a world that ignores the pain and the grief as much as it can tolerate before breaking the humans and other parts into waste that gets recycled as paste into the soylent green dreams of apocalypse visions mutating both participants and observers in abstract ranges of depths creating the obnoxious regulars that stem from these ritualized realities all butting together as homogenous picture, as nothing that really matters can be called ‘shit’ by those who endeavor to realize more about what it is they desire even when disastrous desire turns sadistic as games layered…’
out of Context;
‘fear and tragedy reign down upon a lost people whose glimmer of happiness lies in the reductive value acquired by material abject given more credence than ones who make and produce through the inspirational dynamic aspiring to be or do more with the limited time Here among the cycles of shaped organism spinning like webs of knotted organic chains with words of advice disguised by the propagandese of the proper authorities sporting distortion like a knife slick with gore and gleam of battlefields heady with the spirit of war, and modern warriors now walk brainwashed rushing to the fore of an ideological warfare fanned by the flames of any direct conflict that wanders their way…’
out of Context;
‘when one of us gets these ideas fresh from the fruits of our own labor of experience Here on a plane where existence may come to crash sooner than expected inside of a mind into the horde of whores buying and selling their souls for little more than this material life that can fade faster to contradict (or perhaps to be contra-dicked by the system) personal interpretations of the responsibility as we have to include upon our shared resumes as the collective of humans, homing in on the visceral while it is our mind that tries to calculate and analyze striving for job well done perhaps by our own surprise attempting to categorize all the raw data into corrected catalogues…’
out of Context;
‘for a leader or a guide that will serve us respectfully as much that we should do the same, but can it be so terrible to be kindness out of the depths of one’s own heart in uplifting another to their highest potential in the same breath condemning one’s own faults and flaws and follies as well to shift blame to a martyr mode whose scapegoat role assumes all responsibility similar as negative attractor amidst the throes of a passionate argument where all witnesses create a circuit commanding an emotional value within the cosmic sequences we have shared with each other… no Mankind is an island united by discretion taking things too far it seems interpreting the dreams narcotic to enslave humanity in an ever-tightening series of aromatic chemical chains to placate our animal names never known…’
out of Context;
‘errs disgust and vaporous trails of distrust to sedate and complicate the lives of the brave few who would do anything for you or i or anyone else worthy of being treated this way out of genuine charity as compassionate center of an uncertain humanity yielding to truths sometimes too terrible to be able to mention politely as a policing and judging minority takes your actions at face value, and maim the rights and privileges that hardly a day goes by that isn’t filtered through fear involved in maintaining any one of these things to become a fully participating human doing without need thinking as autonomic reflexes reconnoiter the smooth ideals from the hands of their creators to a harbinger of havoc and mayhem once leaving the static station free of any potential stress to be relieved…’
out of Context;
‘the misery and muck of details building up this persona perceived as a being for all the supposed charms and flaws as already set in place to resist all the tastes of the majority who do not care at all for the individual taking steps in making one’s own personal kingdom with pride… a teasing victory as problems come to those who don’t ever need them when the ideal vision was first planned to succeed but without any of necessary precautions taken to defer the momentum of so many differing components coming together at once as disparate parts and particles shocking tradition into creating something new that can sometimes only be visualized upon a periphery of the observable symptoms invested into this reality as staked a claim pledged not for the slaves whose lives wane from enduring…’
out of Context;
‘we remain faithless dissecting questions the pieces of this dream allows us to see taking an insight from the random distress as it flows through us like water and it tugs and transmits what we may assume to be instructions to restoration of greatness, but this seems more like fairy tale woven over the barest essentials to speak deeply to our personal sense of humanity as it can perceive things beyond ourselves into creating connective bonds between our needs and our precariously-balanced environment allowing communication when the winds of change are right and various unknown stars seem to align with the righteous forces working in our favor even as we try to be wary of all the villains…’
out of Context;
‘we choose to go as noted in our collected articles of fascination left behind in a wake of constricting morality accompanying the actions collected as aggregate tones of experience that drive this mutation deeper through the Self to which we conceived, the loss of a goal like a forsaken treasure whose taste is a quality derived from other qualities appreciated for many reasons throughout the passing of time in this place we may call ‘home’ though changes with the many seasons that compel us year by year in the ever-changing day marching behind us and those yet to appear urging us forward to fathom what depths we are driven to conquer with our meddlesome insistence prevailing… beast flung ahead of the mind as we are propelled like missiles occasionally with sets of instructions…’
out of Context;
‘riding the metro around my village is difficult especially when this big shitty environmental artifice mad manufacturing delays enter into the social contract cataract that equates to my wasted time spent wasted as biological demon offenders won’t make up their minds as restless reckless opinions surge and can fight each other from jealousy feeling lousy and blaming to learn the shaming game passing around a cultural signal that bends the villainous urges to define a world whim, we are a whimpering carcass crusty with crass remarks upon a stink of ages decaying us…’
out of Context;
‘throughout the planet… our minds suffer from an enchanted imprinting of stories which fascinate and it hypnotizes us enough to find ourselves in a game of chances though no real winners if we really try to play as others who then narrow their profitable perspectives to become losers in the classical fashion manufactured by the current state of the general law insisting the cosmos compressed as much impressed with the urge to force brief conformity Here and there, and no matter how productive there are always going to be gaps in the labor linking one idea to another where missed pieces of information lead to miscommunication projected by the emotions and presence found Here among the advanced primate hybrids we have been serving in secrets forgotten…’