out of Context;
‘within the continuum, the human being as one step before the human doing in action is able to reduce the total baggage that plunges each of us into the dark cesspool like an anchor pulled through by wave after wave of bludgeoning pulse holding the breather to drown, and much like every other true landlubber so far gone wrong as offshore we have discovered what lies are over the edge of the conscious world of sharp and flat shit piled and burying all the necessary manners and motions in polite forgetfulness…’
out of Context;
‘that shell will turn and walk away as the rude personal signs of the ignorant are displayed… weak curses that sit on delay then laugh as their own idea of truth becomes the vicar or pastor or rabbi whatever the case may be when warping the implicit trust in honor and good faith sends strange oppositional signals toward those whose idea of faith needs no constant reinforcement nor personal displays of overwhelming righteousness…’
out of Context;
‘i am a Window into a Vision of Change, and i am but One of the Many, the need for an honest supplement to life that smashes the overt savagery common to Mankind in its raw and bloody oblation in exaltation of inappropriate destructive behavior that eats resource and relevance alike… needing to see the social consciousness as more than some animal or insectoid collective hive mind, constructing an actual useful tool to understanding our place on this earth as mutual pieces of the cosmic and universal whole vibrating attuned constantly in motion…’
out of Context;
‘that shattering awareness as one grand undoing of reality, but i distrust its perspective to inform me as honestly because this is a very dispensationalist way of viewing things that do not have such absolute certainty as what amount to the entrails of a single life not wasted no matter how much the odd consciousness might lean and talk sick, the actual reality we think we see remains elusive to the analytic sense of sight that gets too often taken for granted to be replaced once the seeing facet has dispelled itself as the creature has reached a point at which that space is filled in by all the other senses available in order to sustain the individual life… a true organic prosthesis that moves independent of its masters…’
out of Context;
‘at the day-to-day work i do just to survive in this world fascinated to the death with the entertaining hive mentality as grown-up children with so many harsh responsibilities paid insufficient funds to meet the needs mocking like school-age children as though it were all such an adult place outside of the workplace, but it becomes a time to loosen these high standards once within the confining anything that might resemble professional boundaries to which jobs have always projected onto me at some level to a thoughtful state of mindfulness in both action and intent which others i work with seem to disregard once they punch that time card to start the work day off, this irritates me to no end even though i observe my own two sense sucked into the childish abyss justifying this mainstay…’
out of Context;
‘a new township of toxified nature made death in cancerous watery sublimation of the living breath that has taken so many lives as is already in abundance and waiting to arrive, but yet there are these little intrigues that humanity gets sucked and fucked up into as obsession takes the soul core of control tempering the curiosity as everyone has taken and given for granted as respect for the distinction the terrible honor of killing by decision or decree signing the name to command and authorize severe penalties from one who sits too far from the view of the slaughter…’
out of Context;
‘everyone has problems with movement whether it is with the internal combustion of the human heart made through irregular beatings in the chest, or the happenstance trickery that occurs with trying to remember everything you need while racing out of the door for some planned event you are nervous both to attend and miss at the same time, we catch ourselves needing so much more time to steady the nerves of that nervous next step to reality as much entering into our cells as us entering into that moment of realization… at some point we must make that coveted leap of faith into the fray without the banishing powers that become so difficult to resist at every other point in life, and just go with the energy wherever it takes us as the once-scary confrontation unfurls…’
out of Context;
‘we have overwhelmed ourselves and the spaces which we inhabit as though to take it for granted is only natural to do, but it is not nature that does this as Mankind hordes and violates the instincts of the Other to gain only commodity aspiring to heights of wealth in place of either information or insight… and it seems no one “gets” it because much like a disease, no one wants to get it but the handful willing to experience something different in the terminal illness we might reason that is this life, and as we refuse to learn what we do not understand…’
out of Context;
‘shapes moving and shifting into other pronounced objects of abjection as the will wanders closer to an edge perceived on the fringes of polite consuming urges as though quantified and qualified by the lack of respect we claim not to adhere to, but a lusty whim exists that reaches for the exit of every creature in order to have fabricated the next movement as something more ever evolving in form… a collection of traits and tainted repercussions as the face distorts and chortles with that demon laughter from the abyss or well of souls that awaits our return one day too soon, and some of us we pray that we do not become as prey…’
out of Context;
‘i might have heard had i listened for longer than the two seconds i normally allow, straining my ears to hear back to a time when other happenings might have occurred and even a pounding bass noise from fantasy perhaps were all things lost in the debris that i tossed in my share to clean the mess and without attending the party… a first from their history in that house where discord kept company with all the drunken debauchery, and perhaps sleeping gently still to this very day but none will know except for the inhabitants that linger and congregate where discord and fate shall not wither…’