out of Context;
‘subverting anything humane into the opportunistic vanity happily paralyzing integrity to homogenize a feeling for this tragedy as interactive struggle, and the battle is never over for those lost and longing for the substance of armed combat becoming darker juvenile fits if sustained any longer than necessary after the real fight has finalized a heroic decisiveness… declaring winners and losers left for all to define in a propaganda effort to banish or shun the other side of the argument from opening at the mouth with a rambling tainted dialogue of sins, revealing through transparency the roots of a conflicted sense making us the common barbarians of legend…’
out of Context;
‘pushing all the timid clones along to meet the cliff’s edge where true satisfactory testing begins with the leap of faith to trust yourself that this isn’t going to be the absolute end finishing off everyone who did not pass the first time through, but still your beating heart for one more cautious moment to see who you are that you are not a mere living machine meant for hard labor while the rest of humanity teases oodles of commodities from your worth and value as attempt to be more than the animal…’
out of Context;
‘the oppression shows us the truth in our flaws beyond which we never seem to look around for any better ways to embrace each other’s viewpoints minus the judgmental facial expressions ensnared in the grips of the social nexus where everyone is suspect in the midst of their own equal rights to things as we all are subject to this slip of the tongue with each slur or disturbed word dropped like a hint to the rest of the puzzle within, but this sleepy pursuit for a freed mind is one thing though the truth can sometimes lead us individually toward another route altogether without looking forward long enough to see what lies beyond the horizon split by the shadows and silhouettes of nature and all that humanity has interjected into the untouched…’
out of Context;
‘sorting through these trivial evils all the way to the bank to build our financial immune systems with the hard-earned debt of others as we writhe and risk sacrificing ourselves to this irresponsibility that has made our living an archetype of nightmare, and a calcification of the negative traits that make us hate our cells and the others flawed in their perceptions dancing like idiots on the fringe of acceptable behavior as there is no training manual used to expand the horizons of the young person trying their best not to be subsumed by the everything Here that is… the documented growth through linear ages…’
out of Context;
‘there are rules that apply Here excluding the emotional subtext of the plot leading this social placement for the human animal to rot from neglect or used to dissect the mind of those less fortunate encaged without respect… it has become difficult to merely sit on the passive sidelines like it always was when it is your vote can count against anyone’s arguments for another reinforcement of this standardization…’
out of Context;
‘nothing but violent enlightenment to shed as wisdom sent out as dumbed down vision for reality composed as truth for the embittered and the wicked to pursue with reckless abandon trying to yield an absolute knowledge aged to perfection as rotted withered fruit gathered by calloused hands of the working class who condemn the hidden of the manipulative minority whose sole function is to disrupt the ascension of all humanity by means of distraction and misdirection treating most of a humanity as pets and enemies… the gut open and exposed to the oxidizing err rusting our ancient machinery to eroded red points bloody from thrust in and out of damaged packages…’
out of Context;
‘sharing ideas between spaces of loss and laziness while at the same time finding an inspiration to fly away from the burning sun turning into the shadows to glimpse another sight of the dark heart the soul tries to hide in code like anachronistic nursery rhymes cursing us with their blind subconscious impetus, yet we might try to force control for at least a little while living in these holy shells chosen ammunition of the gods who know no better than to fuck with our morals and our laws by instilling layered meanings into the virtues we seek to stabilize and defy the random chaos writhing all throughout this fragmented of a psycho-social display of dominance, and frying the nervous side of a physical mind…’
out of Context;
‘the new ages without impossible odds stacked up against us in its own mocking trying to ground the animal in what it is and what role it plays in the rushing hoodlum onslaught of opportunistic traitors as only the villains seem able to move any of the pieces in whatever fashion they wish, and by the pushing of their ideal elite standards upon us as a whole society there have been many fatalities as the wealthy nihilism gets taken to extremes in this money-hungry culture of vapid claims and insolent charges all seeming to sell something for nothing… we keep rebuilding a world that is in a constant flux by settling massive structures in places where the people have begun to revolt as the wealthy expose their sheltering claims for the brittle lies…’
out of Context;
‘our ulterior motives sometimes those internal mechanisms we are not aware of clockwork twitches moving the spastic frame into places it perhaps would not have dared otherwise without consciousness in this efficient functional reality grinding along, ticking out measured moments on as man-made a face as no one adores watching the flickering hands displace slow hours into waste that chills the bones because the time slips away in the shortest increments that no one stops to appreciate except occasionally me and those handful of others lurking behind the sealed off screen door to the digital floor, and ‘ding!’ Here we are in the last place you’d expect from the shallow ways of Mankind whose kindness seems either harsh or cruel to inhibit a casual growth of rebellious youth from cropping up again and again…’
out of Context;
‘something counter to whatever whiny muscle rock that seems to me to permeate mainstream rock radio for what there is left of that old ideal out there of jerks as profitable role models because my ear is not groomed for the radio anymore now that i have experienced a strange climate change between school-age and the person who is writing these words now, and i guess i somehow have always wanted to produce satirical outsider art in the truest sense of a satire trying to be a reflective tool expressed like maybe a ‘canary in the mine’ scenario holding relevant meaning up effectively until the canary like the run-on joke dies a horrible death…’