out of Context;
‘no proof is easily produced as assembly line quality searching out in some refined state that allows even the most brazenly stupid and unaware no matter how wealthy one appears to be able to understand, why should i be one to have those cues common to confusion after eating the words of your saviors like turds for scatological needs in order to study a reverse engineering the patterns of demon logic that seize the people who seem to lose faith in their idling profits a lot of nervous energy that cannot be consumed without questioning in the masters’ ways…’
out of Context;
‘the essence of what we truly ever wanted in these individual chases for some better conclusions, my multiple meaning phrases summon themselves through me as though i were channelling electric spirits like a radio or television or logging into a vast majesty inside the digital universe discovered behind these cold flat screens as they filter our wishes through to be visible in this reality, and the windows makes for a good moniker in branding 100th monkeys out of all of us as we wait in line to buy the software and all of its updates rabid with enthusiasm at this modern wonder…’
out of Context;
‘fetishistic idea of a lifestyle where one’s sleepy solid comfort is the standard bearer to which all others become shit, we the inferior are littered everywhere that no one wants to try looking because the grime clinging to our bodies is a social crime in these parts of the civility that hates us for who we are trying to be… nightmare of our life to think we are going no where or to a place that doesn’t want us as used and thrown down a waded piece of living trash outliving the abuse, with or without the crutches makes no real difference only in the eyes of a judgmental authority of whose dead soul only manifests in hateful intent to purge the system of its dreck…’
out of Context;
‘the vast depths… is it safe?… not really… it never was even if you believe in all those myths because that machine is just as obsolete any more as the rust of the previous generations collapse and bury themselves like heads in the sand, and cringing cowardly as if appearing to yield, as though to allow the birth of a new strain of old worlds on mutant earth inhabited by actual hybrid creatures of worth beyond functional weight that requires to be served and protected like the swine whose self-assured fate rests upon the plate…’
out of Context;
‘in a retaliation for how poorly our culture treats us in the suffering through of all the experimental maladies first, programming us with the barest of preparation for in the outside world where cruelty runs the gamut of genuine emotions trying to grind it all down into the indifference as wasted human animal becomes a shell wanting no more of the overdose that living fast and hard has to offer one, but still a fantasy of the multitude seems to yearn for this decadence to which none return whether the spirited or drone whose uses are many comparatively when in contrast all idols seem to put an about face terse toward abusive behavior which calls out the worst social traits into the surface…’
out of Context;
‘the hammering of gods inside our heads won’t relent on the progress that sketches itself out as it surges forward to hit all the relevant points in forging the correction necessary to put others in their place… the fascist ones we are working against are reflecting the same energy that lifts and can make of the unsound whatever creatures we claim ourselves to be as a stalking and lethal movement takes over the minds of the serious and static who hold to killing, that urge to push the rest of this flaming wreck off the edge of an almost real cliffside drifting lost…’
out of Context;
‘implying that perhaps we know better than the rest who are resting out of a lazy affectation to justify the dissecting insults as intimidation to be merely thrown around for best effect on the weak-minded, trying their best to digest public opinion related to the massive whole as the propaganda spins further that which seems out of control through subtle strands of the perversion in decadence used to change our heads… how we look at each other in defense…’
out of Context;
‘as if this could excuse the behavior that throttles the human spirit with other spirits that do not tread so wisely as the human remains vessel for the other mutinous dogs on this ship of fools we are timidly traveling within, intoxicated with desire and need and want as we bleed for truth in this culture searching for an ideal monotrauma as though in some single violent awake synchronicity as the act which will somehow speed us toward a unified enlightening of thought or body or control of the soulless commodity passed out like candy…’
out of Context;
‘i propose the terms “cowardly” and “courageous” to now signify negative and positive in human speech respectively, and more so reflectively to allow our conscious minds to breathe when there is already more than enough of these cluttered points gathered together at this razor’s edge of thought space, it is where anything and everything can foment a reality from the ethers of nothing as we might perceive to “know” them with our scholarly senses at work…’
out of Context;
‘the map out of this complex phase has been built by hands that weave the differing truths complimenting stark contrast against the unforgiving masses engorged on the wars and blood of their brethren as we starve to make a home out of survival… a revival of the passionate pleas crying for satisfaction from the rogue lovers whose goals are only to achieve an idea of status as quoted in this day and age of sovereign debt and high dark arts of manipulation made manifest…’