‘…to achieve some value amongst the valves in place to ventilate the biological concrete machine at various intervals to release the pressures that can build into visions destructive enough to curse the very ground we walk upon casually curious what this world is about and the many systems within it, treading the thread unwoven until we step upon its lengths bending waves and collapsing function into those things known by instinct as reflex memory cumulative effect gone laxative in order to release vital data enlisting people to compile by admission of a guilt like any of us are culpable to allowing to be true or become truth via a collusion of belief turned into spiritual if not contextual concrete or quicksand holding us in no matter how much we fought the laws turned against us…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…capable of seeing how we might change those values writing the wrongs a little bit at a time to flush the various in vogue images that carve out their own fascist fashion to begin the process of scraping away the debris of diversity for the conformity fitting the label of ‘normal’ though malign as such in the sequence of all things Here, where mystery causes apprehension for those choosing not to go further down a chosen pathway another circuit saved for as other persons explore what it means to be this human to a fault somehow raw and fragile we seek sense-making stable anchored points established for us to even attempt leaving our comfort zones…’
out of Context – ‘…meaning as banal forces condone the systems in place to anchor our grief in such a way as there is no questioning the state of things Here, not without some kind of merciful sense of fatalistic behavior triggering the person to become wildly unglued at the seams where there is only violent resistance to quell the beast or put it down before it can harm any living being coming too close to touch the extreme of an animal unleashed and mean a grotesque body within the particle zoo researching the scatological evidence that remains of where we have been, and is looked to for clues as to where we as an oft-lethargic species whose society of sorcery and spellings shall journey next…’
out of Context – ‘…hopeful sentiment, donated to be fundamental sediment as foundation plans for better societies tied together by community more than merely ideas like communal living as in some odd houses of a variation in artistic collective perhaps as many movements have began even though distrust and independence have not always been easy bedfellows at first while thirsting for a burst of insight into the ways in which we choose to do these things for ourselves and others appearances so deceiving when respect is on the line with one too many of roommates acting upon some primeval honor code which justifies to them the brutality they inflict as pattern to savor in order to learn to avoid the antagonism inherent in humans, no matter how nice we can be on this surface…’
‘…the words we use now hold a freedom that people do not until even as times do change for what can be perceived as better there are still peculiar undercurrents beyond localized state of mind confused that take us by misconstrued evidence of a vindictive monster that somehow does if it could be called live up in the cloudy atmosphere above our heads, though as above so below so that the dead flesh walks again in the streets with us proving to us that this works even if it becomes another step in building to boredom this ennui triggering a depression of internal aspects we have never known any thing other than this as myriad of systems that currently exist that would normally allow us to function properly though still invariably there will be mistakes…’ – out of Context
‘…deferring the moments as they spin spin sugar and gossamer around concepts humans can barely grasp at all let alone imagine with any kind of synchronicity that remains a relevant type of subversive display holding reins left powering any of those currently that become wave form weaker still cannot collapse function the same way without renewed energies casting in their lots with the mindless murderers at large who in some way are serving the vanity that only makes us think we’re better than those we never know, so slow in figuring out remedies for what systemic resets are required to re-calibrate whatever trials and troubling tribal-atrophying effects of this major mojo voodoo fascism hastens with each step…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…to be erased as time erodes the human experience in waves that function through any distress as signals filtering information moving fluids that surge and protect for certain levels of safety set by previous caretakers Here not unsurprisingly disgusted or disappointed at the ways in which we have chosen to collectively handicap ourselves in a way that justifies nothing but suffering through the worst of the trafficking souls because soon enough that too will be gone, torn from the page that instilled with faith that there is indeed in some form some meaning to be had when judgment roaming cover-to-cover bears the arms and weight of the think tank heavily geared toward the art of conquering as fifth horseman…’
‘…to be the densest of any particularly organized schisms fomented then cemented as real Here, dementia has the same ever vast limits as that potential we only receive glimpses into while savaged through various dimensional barriers that gather momentum by the occasional clench of teeth or cheeks as when the short gasp leaves a person madly empty at bridging gaps not minding to be calm only to relax as consequences coalesce to thrust themselves into well-paced programs when questions of problematic technicality must connect directly simply as tempering of opinion and practice removing any suspect tampering that occurs when something indeed is doctored or adulterated in the worst ways possible…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…that alien side of our ever-curious selves basing rather their application of caution when dealing so directly with us as beings generating panic on a massive scale if anything were to trigger instead of deliver these notions in true neutrality as our paranoid ideas take on lives of their own once an artifact threshold is fully passed beyond as larval chrysalis might be if the contextual quanta were to juxtapose over the human experience as unique as the flutter-by who dies to resurrect as the moth-be-he-man immolated sort once the old skin is to be sloughed off as sore or ulcerous flesh in debridation and cast away to melt like wax used to make more from our stuff, teeth once used as weapons now rotting in the skull…’
‘…having been pushed to such a state of distress and nervous motion… twitching in our collective seat electrified by the characters we meet and greet in this walking living being doing things that usually go against the grain though some of us have been reduced to a gluten free existence from those prior phases of life where so much the bountiful harvest of agricultural process makes us mass produce allergies as well especially while nostalgia from sickness leaving strains all throughout what materials reduce into our lives while Here, having needed so many others to help us along the way that when it finally stops how are we to keep obeying the orders of spooky action at a distance for which the commanding voice is placed and imprinted upon one’s consciousness…’ – out of Context