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‘truth from behind the ears that hear only a bullshit to be purged once we get sick of it taking up the real estate in our heads between those ears infested with then curious and insecure as thumbless and trying to work the gripping machines to achieve removing the prize from the bottom of a trivial task into my cache of treasured things, left stored like a severed heart taken away to relieve the pain of love and loss but transmogrified into mind obtuse in frustration and confusion as we shape art into a new form of compassion by acknowledging the artist within all of us…’
out of Context;
‘trying to stay sensitive to the situation we have created collectively in this preservation of information reaching back along the living gears of the cosmos to meet Here… as repetition drives competition deeper into the wounds of culture like salt to assault in the fears and moods of the affected whose demons philter the essence of humanity on outward further into space as a dimension to hold all this stray effluvium before it fades away into clouds of mote and dust as chips on shoulders in burdensome memories of horrid trips taken in this flesh to live these lifetimes under the swaying hand of death as a release on life as yet, but i do say things which others doubt while keeping busy sorting out superstition from this reasoned smoothing…’
out of Context;
‘fearful suspension in a dimension of disbelief we barely perceive not able to crawl out from underneath displaced by our fates in Here chasing cosmic debris like thoughts into words remaining unseen until utilized properly, a series of disdainful measures taken against humanity throughout all the ages amassing like a wall of bricks and blocks placed ahead of us in our race to a finishing end alongside those paths we have been prevented from taking to circumvent these disasters in an imperfect heaven of monitored creatures as living beings though dissected once dead to scrape the genes from the inside of the head to study the many parts of this social anatomy…’
out of Context;
‘as holier than thou to possess these instincts as well as these experiences which bias and offend becoming catalyst to the social drama reset to start again whether a daytime epic that fuses a working life inside of a contingent myth as lengths of linear time frame the mind striving to advance beyond these oft-contemptible ages as an immortality craved by those oblivious eyes and devout minds of a paranoid being snuffed out at a moment’s peace as a preparation for the end as penultimate goal to surviving this cosmic shank in the spine used as a demon logic of an imperial swine song sung along to with ignorant obnoxious wails…’
out of Context;
‘as smoking can be one of those outcast habits taken for granted Here in this day and age as decay and slave wages leading the dreams of another day astray addicted to a pain as a need that will not relent for anything but curious for the new as it estranges the old as popular intrusive trends move through societies like sickness trying in vain to redeem those qualities thought lost or useless and toxic as a cosmic recycling program denoted by sages passed, out and over with the immortal of vernacular in words become as coins dripping from the golden lips of the goosed flesh of national debt creating a tension in our midst with heads full of ideas and no one to listen without the filter of a judgment to really listen…’
out of Context;
‘inside such a succulently-caged organism… this shameless age of endarkenment that is making little sense as example because a logic in retrospect hasn’t occurred to affect positively the trend to switch these frames and phrases in order to meet any demand needed to break the cycles upon cycles of which deliberate obscurity a subtle sheet of proliferating ignorance moving slowly clouds in the mind’s sky stormy, in that fluctuating organ allowing for sight into imagination as the positions where a mortal life remains tethered to the Here and Now though this “mind†as we yet know it doesn’t need to stay completely immersed in an organic reality…’
out of Context;
‘discussions between friends and foes alike somewhere… the teasing of a massive mob mission mentioned as decision made to try fixing those fixated on a harmful intention stayed as the hand of fate turning into puppeteer by humans lacking a faith reinforced by little more than imagination gluing pieces into brittle amalgam as cheap movement tries to stay structured, genetic encoding standard dying to vie for some alternate futures stored kept cold and stocked in the back where unknown history is open for the challenged debating as staked claiming to judge and demand a hassling shock set loose…’
out of Context;
‘laugh now at the dismissing ways of the ignorant mass stiff with competitive opportunism up its ass like a stick stuck even as this charismatic cystemic infection is in a process of covertly coveting your ass trying to scare you into choosing any sides in a subtle struggle to become dominant, the cruel insulting jokes choking a soft oft-mated companion in cheque by the patterns of chosen games piling up like unwanted discards in a deck before the dealing of hands we are given to raise up to the privilege of our past seeking defensive glances as we soon hold information to which we are privy far too close to our chests to ever read clearly…’
out of Context;
‘as the top flows fluidly into the bottom throes of a loaded cosmic barrel without the notice of more than a few individual visions made to fit the mainstreaming as powerful functional meaning into the solid words we say so casually, i see with the eyes of god in the voice of this man within who is me trying to move so carefully amid these entrapping things that sting and burn and enmesh with reality and my perceptions of what is real, and dealing with askew a dichotomy of phobic intent searching as like a wailing banshee to free the demon quirk afflicting our sights as they meld with the rest…’
out of Context;
‘the damage is caused then cleaned up like nothing had ever happened in the first place with deceiving seeds seated at the start of a dysfunction made real in consequence to deal with for many of these as generations to come bleeding through like light shown through a prism… the separate strands of colors our selves drip down to pool at our feet like a worshipful tribe to imbibe for our approval the gist and the jism of the situation presented before us, many of us caught up in following our bliss that we do not ever seem to see the other side as terror ablyss to contradict our needs and desires from the manifest as a simple investing in ourselves, but curious if we hear our hearts why fear our fearts?…’