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‘a whirling locomotion while the tension and action builds up into a series of frenzied feats leading to this altared state where entrained of consequences that surely no one wants to hear but will not stop anyone who includes an outside perspective from such a myopic existence as to narrow others’ experiences to make this surface world purposes as intents instead of the tricky maze behind the scenes in which we are trapped within this as akashic recording device set upon a playback for those few getting back to there from in Here, and with all that fear and of the coerced energy spent in the cold err floating by on motes as castles or ships in the sky drift along as if on some long forgotten fantasy kingdom creating a noxious stress on rulers and tyrants…’
out of Context;
‘that human snail trail of inevitability left under scrutiny of these analytical ‘madnexuses’ so-known as scientists swirling in identifying qualities up into a sole substantial meta-fact to be understood later on by most as the artifacts of today are acknowledged as history and the past from which we came, Here there is an almost palpable harshness that erodes the safety out from underneath everyone on a flimsy stability pulled away to be used as tormenting shroud until a death occurs to the trapped animal suddenly set to freedom by the boredom of the captors who like the dinosaurs and various birds of prey have acted in the roles of strategic rapid attackers use brutalizing through nature’s forces to play an intimate intimidation against the ones who do nothing but try…’
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‘through these vaguest times absolutely, fabulous the glamorous webs of deceit and desire pushing the tensions of humanity taught and tighter still taunted by the haunted swill of the fiends in their persuasion of the people to give in to their procreative pro-life rationale to overpopulate and demand control which never serves any one as a purpose burned in and out one puppet at a time as these strings of theory break and repel the hangers-on in unwholesome interests that lead us astray of the ways in which we have wanted to become manifested invested not sold into this system trained to not even think about this subjugation without pulling any of the energy back that was stolen from our timESPace like teeth by forces of invisible people pushing us beyond on into a strange periphery…’
out of Context;
‘as little clogged pieces in the wet debris clinging to various perceptual filters developed over these experiences that shape our expertise fragmented and narrow to see the prize alight at the end of a cloudy dark tunnel some might call a tornado of souls reacting when the dark frightening strikes them as the large tree in a heavy storm calls down the fury from the sky, but just as the fury of the skies subsides so too do the harsh words of others dissipate leaving the residues of “do not†between the ears of the listener who hears that lesson reaping the reward of keen observation devoted beyond a shallow view of doubt in what consists of in this inconsistency…’
out of Context;
‘smaller bodies bumping and dried into clumps as though like routine debris left after a number of procedures has been endured leaving spent fluids all over the place as the toxic spill patterns trying to find a way to be shed without ever dying away as concepts have an immaterial immortality all their own barely relying on the human germs to carry them further through layers of gluttony in obese release of fats and fevered flatulence that contort the guts under pressure opened up by those severed severely vain… so obsessed but not seeing the answer directly in front of us as sugar and diet remedies selectively kill a segment of the populace to control and devalue another portion somewhere else…’
out of Context;
‘a Mankind utilizing tyrannical methods to coax selfish logic out of whosoever crosses paths with one of these false profits inflating themselves to perilous proportions of a giving-to-take sequence allowing for their abuse of resources and labor by incredible strokes of the imagination not a fully-realized gimmick until it has swept us through a gauntlet of subconscious body politick as real progression can conform without the pressures and hassle of these ant-like creatures crawling in out to surface trying to peel back the foreskin of liberty to circumcise all the circumstances…’
out of Context;
‘vanish into the horizon line making politeness worthless under the inadequate conditions that breed darkness in us the germs and discomfort that control tries to restore through archaic means that do nothing but save face in the long play of life as a record to take note of the energy and followthrough while the terror at confrontation eats at our consciousness and creates dramatics shifting all people places and things over the course of these unfathomable and ineffable times and events in which we live…’
out of Context;
‘tragic realism as mission to explore the social mind further, and evidence for a truth is difficult to come by when one’s own senses betray the person through things of comfort and a familiarity adapted as ritual to conform one’s reality to that consensus soon willed forward by culture and an ideal of civilization that is not so civil as the wars created thusly are cruel reminders that society has a lot farther to go than Here…’
out of Context;
‘yield a lucky couple of feet along ahead of the rest of the pack opening out with the wolves roaring and snarling into the cold err of way less compassionate creatures such as us berserk and twisting inside these crypts as coded mediators punching keys whose locks will not turn, within the tumbling churn as remedy follows syndrome whose ease is a communication ill in diseasing the herds as in almost everything has the urgent tendency to take over or to put it another way to dominate in a sense that the paradigm of opportunism pressuring us to be dolls and puppets being set up and manipulated like toys to be tossed aside or back into a silent darkness…’
out of Context;
‘growth on the dark side born into the bright colors of that swirling sun and this galaxy the home to so many things that range the mystic scope of reality on into the extinctual or legendary status to be remade into yet another fetus with a chance at thrusting out externally, thus forcing selected orders out of the way as slates need to be blanked before the reset or reboot can begin to impel an event horizon to dawn anew instead of this glacial pace that seems to wither patience away to anger and frustration as painful moves are made and choices are betrayed for that unhealthy practice of hoarding whatever an individual besides yourself might need or want to keep to secure one’s own contented viewpoint oblivious to a large amount of the fascism…’