out of Context;
‘it takes much deliberation coming to an accurate range of conclusion that thoughts as questions upend, but as there are so many rapacious servants of faceless gods in the out there as are particles lingering in the particulate universe holding a universal pattern or format-managed appearance of a so-called god authority in the guise of a general law commanding us to serve as well and often to a souled out version of guidelines which we begin to interpret as that General Operating Directive drawing on a space outside space to control potential energies that warp and reprocess our imaginations as facts too devote benign to the malign ant who travels far to strike an impression that will not be so easily forgotten unlike those other lights and colors that have all become so dulled and drab…’
out of Context;
‘within us there is always going to be turmoil until we are dead, but even then no guarantees as the insect appetites scramble to get what they can take out of our carcasses collected and moving living dead datas to their next levels to be reprocessed from the cage of flesh to digital sphere that resides parallel as that existence snug like a glove soon discovered the hands moving are deceased as there is no one individual mind boldly moving those parts for us as though the tyrant knows where we call home the mask of death wears our face and the common rituals and expressions that end up disposing of us when it has come time to confront one another, passing perilous threshold into the mists of memory forsaken the ones left behind shining…’
out of Context;
‘the struggles never end Here where some would say the sidewalk ends though rainbows thrown afar into the winds that cast rain and storms and it even snows our way sometimes waist deep the further we go as impeded by the cold and ugly and indifferent attitudes as the change in seasons, we reason there are no reasons to go back when the track propels forward out of the darkness into the heart of the light as a diseased metaphor for the belief in an absolute of the infinite resource from which to draw all potential so it may become kinetic no matter what entheogen we take to enter the church of our subconscious motioning all the little sicknesses away because there is no use for us bowing down to weakness as though the only dominant force…’
out of Context;
‘the vanity in some creatures will only refuse to die if it has to be the sudden time to leave this mortal coil that sometimes wraps around our throats confusing these various interests we had before the collapse of both morals and a corporate ideology that has left us bankrupt and ruptured by all the cheap thrills corresponding with the cryptofascist miscommunication to impair the rational to find weakness moving with negative reinforcement all acting as impetus to deliver… a safety and shelter as sanctuary holding doors open for the budding saints we are trying to wedge what it is sanity has left ourselves terribly caught off-guard as an awkward means to an off-kilter end that sits and dreams waiting for the next arrival on this plane too bored to work…’
out of Context;
‘we are prodded along to cross those thresholds as master bait preceding in the come to harm that only calms after the jagged heartbeat thumping down doors to open a passageway a short silence to that next gravid moment weighty with scars to be had once the experience has died in your hands down from the initial frenzy of heat broached by the opposing stances admitting the attacks contrasted by passionate bursts…’
out of Context;
‘we are nothing if not gifted with natural ways to adapt around these feats of leisure class learning limited by our psyche and the emotional body/ self that as passenger to these misadventures culminating into what we would call a ‘life’ takes on a whole new series of weird meanings when we pass on whether to those greater rewards promised for the services we have rendered or perhaps lost forever as a dickless piece of fuck…’
out of Context;
‘relating the outside world to my internal analog because of senses that i barely understand while presently Here within this richest abundance yet is always constrained by all of these conditioned obligations as the functions of slight corruptions are erupting into as vacuous an attention eluding the perception of truths as the shadows dancing around this light reflected back upon the person viewing images caught in sight of that window, that personal panorama of dreams torn asunder from the seams of sleep where it is we reside most comfortably awaiting a kinetic jostle from cold data around the way as gated threshold encoded to doors of perception unladen by swallows of dry wit too droll to affect the accents that perhaps make it a joke worthwhile…’
out of Context;
‘if there are such things like monsters we have dismissed into the shadows and then regrettably forget about a condemned amalgam of nightmares refused substance by an overwhelming consensus between few actual hands as deep in the power struggle as it is played to be while trying to contain damages done, and manage to control the reaction to these movements as they occur then we are eventually coerced into becoming a part of the dreaming we left when we became living gods caught up in a fraud of sorts as the pieces we contribute flow back in to spread the myth further of who we were during in those days and nights sent scurrying and questioning…’
out of Context;
‘a series of vivid selfish exposures to the oxidizing system that forces trauma upon a people that it creates much as i have come to see bugs are a force of nature though one that always dramatically changes, in human as a nature has been exalted to a category superior to other animals even though tending to be these basest of constructs compared to these other types of creatures can lichen us to the animals as the main predator in whose violent primal self is one raging hormone away from attacking any others for dominance in the kingdom even when subtle repercussions can deaden the senses used to adapt us and woe be to those…’
out of Context;
‘the darkness inviting shadow to come dance within this dark mass, no boundaries but no love as there is only the homogenizing process that has need to occur if each one represents a single cell of a vast consciousness moving independently of as uniform an entity to monitor the status quo as much the actuality of the elves and aliens that require (rechoir) us to create receptive clouds through which imagination appears so these beings of darkness never become too grim or nefarious surging into a special timESPace where we are more than just any old crass brash crude brass machines gone extreme in a pursuit of toxic dreams that die short of the goal subsumed by a solution of illusions that resides Here with us…’