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…’
out of Context;
‘few steps ahead of this restful trip we made to produce these values whose truth eats time away from youth as the experience is gained though on a quest to not be wholly confused by this gain distortion showing through our collective actions in a squeezing to continue breeding this struggling mortality in light of inherent animal cruelty as is holding back any growing element of consciousness rebelling throughout the social constraints as revealed in this life, but this isn’t ever really as matter-of-fact as we might like to think we believe we can see with any accuracy that trails like wires off the huge beast we have created to induce these series of fearful shocks and endeavors as generations are taken for granted a few subtle moves at a time…’
out of Context;
‘ideas are shit to be spread around and loosed upon the world by reckless the people who always remain nameless and faceless until such a time comes to punish both ourselves and the offenders, and we howl for blood whenever justice is not delivered as others deem it should be in depth of clarity that these truths are undeniable though at times difficult to triangulate among those elusive and reluctant whose stubborn assertion of righteous and evil are personal and often not linked to any truth that could be considered objective within the animal hive consciousness as found qualities and traits that humanity keeps controlled by any means necessary…’
out of Context;
‘to stay fixed taking the oomph out of the step of anyone wishing to die boldly in an attempt to overhaul this desert of the real stiff and inflexible to a warm touch learning how we all choose to die for these vague rewards when it comes to wars and the stubborn desires that now fill our attention until the periphery gets blotted out at the edges, and perhaps this is where we only care about being lonely or when the integrity of compassion finally strikes out felt opposed by the enveloping decisions to act the prick pushing a vague sense of needing to complete moves tainted by a wanton approval from those darker forces of meaning…’
out of Context;
‘in what seems like a prison whose thick cellular walls hold us all behind a tough skin… in the system as calloused as it wants to be as this juvenile state of stasis wherein we locate the person as buried deeper than under dirt in the unique psyche conscious with all of the ego weight and experience acquired through this course of obstacles called ‘life’ in which there appears no survival beyond this centralized flesh as the body can and will break down as moments of duress culminate in resetting the emotional calibration leading to mentions of struggle and hope conjoined with the human attributes to survival, but it gets tricky when these word games people play appear to conspire against you with all of their casual jousts stabbing and pricking the players into facing each other…’
out of Context;
‘a real division of the senses of perception between us though at the cost of contradicting arguments in a quest for the animated side of ourselves to prove the value and worthiness to what we perceive as truth, at times the search seemingly endless even when clear examples are presented and equally valid a prop in any dimension of conscious curiosity stumbling through the rigid calibrations of a system gone mad with a variation in logics and vision once the head clouds over with thoughts of intricate atmospheres of the most delicate design created by the hands of Mankind with an ignorant set of small sample ideals to achieve trying to capture lightning in a bottle…’
out of Context;
‘ideas and rhythms in tandem throughout the cosmos without a host to allow access to all the spheres of questionable matters while at once inviting the drama that humans enact with each other, compulsively in shuddering against the acceptance of a Mankind as dirty plague so above so below for those of us as lodged at the bottom of this gravity well of souls magnetically-attracted to Here like so many a soul before us called and culled to integrate into this anything you might refer to as a god even though it is these loosest of interpretations i summon now to your mind through your eyes as a sight compelled to understanding what it is i am telling you…’