out of Context;
‘we allow ourselves to be pushed down out of false courtesy and excuses made in favor the ones to whom it has been revealed certain opportunities that come with a price, but how do they realize the repercussions of their actions until it is too late to change the pathways and circuits that store and replay the ornate works pulled from this primordial repository time and again as civilization worms its way into taking control too seriously, wherein which another collapse occurs to reset this devastating quality that humanity has cultivated in its own backyard… quite an interesting twist in the oblivious states of awareness that we all seem willing to participate in with others as though it were some kind of petty game to play until the end…’
out of Context;
‘the beast as we have become straight from the vaginal canal to the surface world in a matter of hours or days depending upon many factors on delivering the child into the world properly, following rules of conduct between mates and extended families in the time period that fuses us into the chance of materialized reality, and from there it is up to the forces around us as well as the resilience we are born with to either SINK or SWIM in the other concentric realities already forged by those who think they know what they are doing…’
out of Context;
‘dressing up in an isolated and conservative town, if that manner is relative more so to a Victorian appeal as opposed to an athletic or consumer static visage of hypocrisy… top hat and tails are what make the outfit, and dressing down is necessary to blend in with the micro-minded officiators of the general trends among all of these so-called real people… they hate us just as we hate them…’
out of Context;
‘we are born into a world where a singular vision and sense of the world are found at opposite ends of the substantial spectrum, as the material world caves in to build itself up into a real impulse of carnation and creation, and it relies upon our never-ending urge to procreate and populate to use us as the great weapon to end an era of misery and mayhem… we feel like a cure needs to be realized to gain footing equal to the landslide we are surfing upon toward the bottom of this queer suspension of disbelief, but maybe if we keep hoping and praying, this will enlighten us all with proof of what we need to drive us…’
out of Context;
‘the moronic pseudo-intellectual, totally ineffectual in general, has triumphed over the multitudes on the twin coasts of shared civilization… the filmstrips from what feels like centuries ago have filtered through some of the eldest generations of us to formulate the consistent patterns that underlay the surface exterior whose reflection dexterously evades certain definition, and though many stare open-mouthed at the wonder that prevails in this now awe inspired whirlwind catastrophe showing us our own distracted message on repeat, point where was there ever a point any more?…’
out of Context;
‘distracting ourselves with menial displeasures, goddamn the arch-nemesis of the good people, and the uttered disgraces at the truly fundamental foundations forged under false impressions… what starts as an experiment in freedom, which some willing wager never was the original agenda of the forefathers, disintegrates and becomes this fetid and foul smelling killing joke that crushes the spirit of the people that fall hypnotically under sway of its stink… thinking that the disaffected will be repelled by goodwill and hopeful crusades alone is unacceptable…’
out of Context;
‘but even this appearance is illusory because the particles and strings and every other theory on the table now is in the state of almost tangible evidence, the ghost in the system has almost emerged like a phoenix from the flames, and we cannot stop even though on some level we find ourselves seriously impaired and without humane guidance right at this point Here and now… still searching and waiting and watching the atmosphere for signs of stress in the coming events, the sky is falling like hammers on anvils, but no one cares any more about the immediacy of the real as the idolatry of the future…’
out of Context;
‘part of me thinks you have to sacrifice the childish intent within oneself to consume the next level of thought altogether, but again i realize that these concepts are alternating interests that my imagination brings closer into view, sometimes one needs to explain exactly what it is they meant by all that has been said… a person begins to reflect on the inane periods throughout their strange certainty in living appropriately…’
out of Context;
‘our forms of mastery come in the recognition of respect and power within those patterns of influence, to be wary and give honor to the forces beyond one’s own authority which is surpassed only by the inquisitive dreams of the miraculous herd, and there are also many other ways to break the idea of control that we allow many things outside of ourselves to constrain our perceptions…’
out of Context;
‘the cryptic weave of my words act as a micro-fiber-absorber of your worst fears made manifest, and thus i am able to prevent that mental wetness from spilling over into finer decimated amounts through the barrier, this intangible tension that just is somehow aware that we are aware… through this veil, i believe, is where an afterlife might sit if for all intents and purposes my creative mind is not leading me astray Here… this living pulse itself could be where a human hive mind takes place, or perhaps better termed as a ‘miasma’, so as not to confuse it as an alternate dimension or something like that… on the mobius strip Here, we function rather differently than those many other incarnations we might see around us…’