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…erroneous Posh…

‘…compromising the other is considered Here while the rabid versions of us as less-developed doppelgangers flood the systems to attempt a weakening from within instead of all the bodies thrown against the walls defending the fortress of the villains, each army a hive mind of discipline impressed from the top down on whom the enemy is and how disabling brute force can be when applied correctly to these makeshift vigilantes commanding legions of the unprepared into battles no one is ever ready for with metaphors and overlapping traits falling under the direct jurisdiction of civilian life where violent themes and context of easy danger is highly sought after as a rite of passage less obvious to the humanity who actually prefers being human…’ – out of Context




…calamity Train, get me off this crazy thing!…

out of Context -‘…lessons inscribed in times of dread and loss and nonsense, whether to minds awaiting for stellar travels outside of the flesh or impacting our bodies to the degree that humans will not be our only final form as we carry the genetic burden throughout our lives without falter as the organic dreams of assimilating the artificial and superficial coldly clinically and calculated no matter the cost of casualty this is what nature requires of us as merely animal computers striving to accomplish some kind of achievement, hoping that failure will not deconstruct the person into option paralysis as our choice of exits exist to either free or condemn us while continuing to hope that we do not die off so easily…’




…weariness for the same, boring flaws And anxieties, gnawing for years…

out of Context -‘…become lost in the madness of achievement as it builds up the concrete and expected absolutes upon our shoes when taking the metaphorical long walk off a short pier for real in life this time, though never as others were predicting to occur as the worst of the worst case scenario viewed in a televised vision as fact projected onto the backs of the heads of that row in front of us traveling backwards and trailing the furthest most from those leading us all perhaps off the cliff side if we never start questioning where we are, knowing the journey is half the battle well on our way to the interdependence of a hero’s journey for all of us if we can handle living through the consequences past obstacles in our path…’




…bewilder me This, wild art of fact…

‘…what can a creature such as this fortuitous narrator mutating through phases of phrasing without much consistency to bridge the gaps that convey this information to you from me what do you see when this voice chimes in with every word read, possibly a picture describing the indescribable of biblical proportions though no legend from which to guide yourself to these words maybe if you had met me we could know this for fact and not sabotage or camouflage the truth with misconception and mythic exaggeration laying a heavy hand on our heads as children and into our minds as adulterated products of a society the localized individual does not wholly speak for…’ – out of Context.




…casual, a Cult of causality…

‘…the deals of random cause and effect affected adversely like Schrodinger’s cat by the observer, but alive or dead is never an end merely the separation or divorce perhaps from the infinite physical intoxicated states that can decay and displace what lies underneath the surface facade that slowly erodes away as features melt or fade… and yet on a whim of displayed conformity to the status quo to straddle the comfort zone the edged sword we must figure out a way to step from the sheltered insanity of a solely dependent feature, that provided for safety net made to question whether truly safe without a solidarity of the family unit may not mean stable no matter what horseplay goes down around a home if no guidance stays warding away ill winds that savor the negativity…’ – out of Context.




somewhere…in a Digiteval age

out of Context -‘…seeing what sticks to the default disposition of a natural conflagration burning inside of these vessels we have stowed away upon gliding this time machine of flesh through space, a trip from birth to death that inevitably has us thinking about our own source to joy to seek heaven in pursuit after we see the alternative reality that alters the natives by their own thoughts at hand, trying to burn away what is deemed by a flawed authority as irrational yet it still breeds inherent animal traits one cannot merely scrap or gouge away as false fates first prime the engine that will analyze these statements… bereft by rift-causing benefit, a gift to be dropped in the wilderness without any guide or compass to navigate the haunting terrain of a soul let alone that physical environment…’




Seize us crisis…

out of Context; ‘…thought takes hold once a shining novelty wears away to fading glow into the dull finish of something taken for granted time and again, attempting to present any sort of thing that can be used as an offering willingly sacrificed as credit or collateral to gaining whatever advantage might be attained Here, and where no gods have eternal strength if no one believes in what they create this goes the same for incorporated entities whom find their ideal world lacking when witnessed through a different lens than perfection…’




TRvMPanzi – official…

‘hyperbully (hyperbole)’
“losers with lasers,
using the violence of science
to assume the worst,
attain dreams and wishes,
no matter how vicious,
asserting their ideas as truth,
promoting their lies as proof…”




this Pandemonium…

out of Context- ‘all it takes is a true yearning for something other than what is now the substantive truth mistaken as an absolute version that which is truly some perversion evoked from the presence of opposing forces in the same switch of sides that walks the fine line between passion and playful revelry, of violence and vileness compressed into a being by an intense magnitude of forced attitude tempered by those outside functions of rabid opposition to our own side of the struggling situation that has culminated in this viral-sized sharing process consuming us instead of the reverse as though it were some digital conflagration by information alone starkly contrasted against this human shape throughout decades as both our skin and our patience wear thinner than the clothing we change or throw away while the rapid filth explosion…’




words that pass for Doors

‘…secular and methodical in procedure that mechanical technical written to produced these spellings of casting out or making grim those layers of skin not solely human of animal fetched from the abyss as all bodies burn into a dusty sweaty state of altar by effect no error this technique with frayed nerve then to iterate the mutable wounded few into the room where chaos is kept by heavy laws of irony prospect dissected slashed face of the judgmental social conundrum beating the choice to score, but what verbal constrictions are multiple containers for the same shade of grey yet to psychologically scissor the massive lump into a profaned perpetual looping lemniscate thrill where the lost leave their bodies at the morgue for autopsy of the machine of meat left in our stead without that spark…’ ~ out of Context