out of Context;
‘the pieces are there whether obscured or otherwise because the other people have put them in the way like obstacles as they have lived and died together, the energy recycles and stirs the rest of this cosmic stew, and we all eat from this guesspool of proteins and protons in real-time space… we speak of small miracles to submit to a truth beyond ourselves, beyond our frequency to realize honestly among the liars that surround and defile that calloused witness through the lifetimes of experience acting as layers of atmosphere that gets tighter as we allow ourselves to choose and be chosen Here…’
out of Context;
‘method giving rise to the madness in the streets, as the corrupted take their force and intent into the halls of authority, and throwing money at the raw and unyielding problems fermenting among the people outside… the pattern of solution too random to actively find, frustration met by so many who push through the gristle of intellectual and emotional persistence, but yet the state of persistence drives us forward through the dirt and mud as we cannot bring relief to our own detriment Here… the smaller blood-suckers will always appear in the tiny forms to incarnate on this planet, but channeled through the flow of energies allows the creature to access higher levels of awareness, eventually culminating in the birth into a human vessel to wade around in this living sea of beings…’
out of Context;
‘the parts of us teaching the rest how to conform to this bizarre living system our consciousness is housed within, and even our consciousness is made up of so many disparate pieces themselves, the mysteries each stuff their requisites into our minds as given knowledge for a specific purpose… or at least this is how it may seem… the parts and particles of the majority of traits always in the air and always in debate, this world challenges the ideas by making them each prove themselves through the unique facets of the truth they display…’
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…’
