out of Context;
‘casting that saturnalian cornucopia set short against a backdrop of Clemmons’ situational aesthetics in principle becoming action gashing out the eye of a preconceived notional taboo with the one long goddamn motherfucking pinkie nail that says …”maybe you will die from this or maybe you won’t” though survival leaves all sorts of scars behind into wounded truths half-abused to our deaths respectively wrongly conceived as badly running gag force fed what another’s understanding meant only to them beginning and ending as butcher and meat considered a crude symbiosis gory slick with blood and oils in a quicksand vacuum then of Manmade toxic creation after the fact it releases into a time-sensitive exhibit extolling virtues by the dozens and the vices wrapped up tightly nightly are over guilty feelings whose self-discipline makes for unique relationships between people…’
out of Context;
‘finite capacity overpopulated with potentiality assaulting our senses cryptically crawling to heights unheard of until the talk of perspective catches with a mindful existence tracing lines in these timESPace wanderings conquering a continuum of continental divides soured on the certainties of collapsing graces and habituated bliss warped the sharp shape toward the ablyss bound to pull us into its swirl of gravity well above the rest of those repetitive traits overlapping painful surges taking self toward selfless levels of conscious collaboration, but we are not merely possessed seekers searching for conclusions…’
out of Context;
‘as butcher chop in twain animal calamity whose sudden and starkly strange contrasts are between a cursing and blessing sped by gravity insanity magma hot hand-eye coordination stationed in a few roles of performance metaphorically spoken for when animal distracted as aren’t we all some tragedy waiting to strike happening dumbstruck as if not accidentally on purpose enough for some of us depicting deviant sides of nature… the truly graceless face taking on the human miracle…’
out of Context;
‘tonic through musical calibration echoing against of what ails a population deliberately acting as antidotes instead of anecdotes charged with components that attempt a conscious directed healing… as the bugs warp our invading of their territories at every unwary turn to make sense of what transpired from reference to memory with an accuracy from each pursuit to instill one’s person with confidence and commands of focus unobtainable by those still resistant to those natural changes loosed there is no wonder then why these things make no sense…’
out of Context;
‘once the drives to adapt and thrive have finally succumb to these domesticated death urges comes throes of passion burning itself out, and in the consensual psyches a gift of insight is just as powerful to one as taught of control if not a much more credible one with insight also called for empathy or the message could get misunderstood in creating likely the most negative reactions…’
out of Context;
‘idealism and deceptions defining culture pseudoscientific vultures carrion-ing on giving mad props to fiends long since dead bones utterly picked clean as the slate beckons more scrawling exorcise the fellow demons reading out loud the voices in the head whose limited capacity for understanding prevents honesty from leaking confiscated conclusions the equivalent proof of personal opinion pining over qualities and causes that we are tricked into thinking are lost…’
out of Context;
‘the face from the civilized feces we collected leaves to be left behind amidst nature’s consequences, but what are we if not nature in a natural world though this ideal can tend to be just that without any ideas of what comes next in the coordination of being and beings as both good and evil cursed and blessed by this trivial yet unconditional love for these creatures so formed approaching limits we cannot always visualize clearly from this far before this event horizon of reality bent into shapes assumed without cognizance as in a real competent patience now becomes as time in second’s reflex to refract and catch the light as it whistles by through gears and cogs at work Here…’
out of Context;
‘ideas of power becoming integrated in consecrate concentrated doses culled from the herds and flocks that emerge while presently submerged forces those likes which are epic but receding into an ocean floor hungry for more matter and knowledge to devour as darkened gods harkened from when civilization was still purely conceptual by the standards raised in name of them that wanted to evolve by the decree of whatever gods would have them invisible to all but the chosen who whisper in nonsense phrases…’
out of Context;
‘once Mankind began to tackle responsibility for its actions in having lead culture by a leash lashed against that wall that no one else can see to make sure a few of our ways will stay tethered by this chain… that is not assured in anyway as freedom varies like art or as magick contained in the village a voyaging vessel through timESPace as the journey enfolds us all and our remains a solid state through the rocks and stone as the residue of who you were slowly washes away with the rain…’
out of Context;
‘that myopic monoculture mutating through gene therapies and psychoactive desperation to connect with an anonymous substance crouched further still to ducking and covering as violence thrusts and stings humanity while as nasty amount of tribulations test our personal resolves a mettle and sometimes in medals at a delirious time period when the world needed an enemy perhaps, but that does not excuse any one person’s motives…’