‘…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
‘…scared to name nimble words to access a proposed metaphysical supernature like a signature which supersedes humans as masters of their own destiny intriguing some who may think that fear can be a real horror show and mind killer to many choosing to imbibe of its cesspool brew leading one to hideously spiral down beyond a golden ratio of conscious awareness and participation in these struggles pushing a past of dread aside to embrace the adventure of life, as human shapes of cosmic debris where there is no real time only dream Here as magical infusion between powers of imagination and the practice of a metaphorical warped drive forward no matter what obstacle to be found in the way of progress as pragmatic conquest…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…casting out the damned spirits that roam about our person separate from those shadows conjoined at our footstep and lodged in our minds as passengers clustered together as related energies coalescing into replicated human shapes as the need arises to find a representative in the mists and sands of the temporary stacked up so high that it reaches the skies as historical fetish shaken to make gods rain from the clouds in the tiny droplets of moisture cycled through again and again until those same such nameless gods truly reign supreme from above as the conscious ephemera pulled out from the vacant voids with pretty faces that fall to be taken, self-sacrifice being forsaken by the ones touted as the best of show…’
‘…how utterly fragile and insecure they are Here more than we even if we have the most difficult of times to hold our shit together without breaking the stoic mask deflecting the ignorant toddlers who think they know more when there is less conclusive evidence of such hideous supply and demand going on behind our backs that it can be fraught with peril when so difficult to track down sources direct for this current situation whether cartel or corporation makes no difference in the way it feels futile as one against many it always appears that a single entity cannot win, though can even this intimidation be a temporary gain when all else is losses even when that currency electric flows through one’s hands with abundance troubling truces made when no one has anything…’ – out of Context
‘…attaining some form of certainty amidst the chaos that nature permits… even as humans mature the animal being is never very far from the surface with what games we are forced Here to participate in events where no one wins anything but a trophy and maybe perhaps some fond memories to last most of a lifetime as that most primal social lesson learned when no one else has a reason to continue thinking in frames of game theory that has not found its way into the audiovisual mediums as they evolve while consistent with current technology as well as our developing interests in it, leading to new means of perpetuating the struggles through near-constant preparations for a worst case scenario…’ – out of Context