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…’
‘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…”
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…’
‘…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
‘the universe conversing with itself though not as solipsistic that it seems at once first appearing to be some kind of collateral whether by-product or damage makes no difference Here when the what with some kind of wonderful expectation that gets demolished becomes disrespect and affliction as the attack comes not from the pain but the nostalgia that cracks the dimensions of dementia open to possibilities that were never before conceived amusing some over others more certainly as the slapstick bitter insulting how science at its least humane takes human guinea pigs to breach the savage novelty as cracks in the walled forts linked by common enemies to form fortress mentalities so vitally opposed to delirium harvested by oft-invested directions of attention driveling and sniveling by-products of cantankerous opposition sold out…’ ~ out of Context
‘after a period of deprivation aggravating the lens of emotional compulsion driving us ahead into madness with or without obvious markers along the way whether it be an actual path or an idealized aversion to probability considered viral now as virtuous trend not oblivion can waste all the best efforts of men and their counterparts in the continuum of cycles metaphorical and material as this universe embraces all movements as long as there is still motion revealed… we can only contain so much until our heads explode into their constituent atomic strands and strings of theory passing presupposed wavelengths and bandwidths on the assertion that this is THE right way…’ ~out of Context
‘what can one measly point of view say about the world in flames with trumped up charges lethargically-blaming the people for their own hate when heat and fury of rasping coffin lids closing seem as infectious if not ask quiet the grooves of the ornate and gilded frames of the weightless grams in digitally-conveyed animated faces blinking prettily and seductively as if we were touching through as many screens with death grins smiling?… i face the same swarm of itchy unwashed wasting as a good variety of our populaced-and-interwoven as fear gets to be a panic-driven mind killer breathless yet screaming out for more distractions to ventilate that sickness inherent since earlier plagues became of us a parasite we have grown so used to being evacuated from house and home where the heart is hollow..’ – out of Context
‘…as not all daze can be woven the same, the only stipulation is the madness that holds us back while alternately launching “the joke” in shrapnel materialized over our heads, and sharply into the skins of those soldiers blindly thrown forward to foregone conclusions a sacrifice chosen as collateral by the situation in which the novel trivial absurdities seem closest in popping any balloons we determine and terminally set ourselves within, either as casualty to “the joke” or the caustic punchline now floating about unseen until ˜it strikes out loud and we all fall down into the ashen once again. Whether we are left hardened items of statuesque tragedy terrorized by the very real repercussions generally considered as death becomes us, unable to be truly in control of our own meaningless endings…’ ~Out of Context
are there thoroughfares where our pro-ducted trivial fashioning becomes its own a life and thus turns a concept into reality? a place lodged in imagination somewhere between the oh-so classically-defined shadow where the subconscious dark matter of all perception uses jagged little barbs as set of cilia particular peculiarity parallel to what may be a wise experiential decision that as humans digesting the real further can confine in our passions onto the “knowns-and-unknowns” found in playgrounds and battlefields that soon consist of those marked parameters which contain us within oblong finality that either burns or breaks down in this decidedly unappealing journey of once we get to a certain narrowed idea of a ‘what it is we think life is truly to us’ as then the individuals who perceive any duality at all, that as rite of productive constructive …
‘the bowels of language’ {TO THE VOWELS}
A “how” is the Action, the mention being much less than these feats that upon impact,
that can force us to achieve as much as fail…failure doesn’t mean ‘DEATH’
as much as we perceive it to be, lessons in building pressure and tension.
E “what” is the Energy, which can evade human engineering to create new and better patterns
to eventually lead to better situations, and it flows through everything
as they exist as artifacts in this dimension of analysis.
I “who” is the Individual, both the mastery and perceived subjugation of others
underneath no matter what the conceptual dividing line managed by these charged compromises
and collaborations intentionally pushing others into roles which constantly question the integrity of any given set of conditions.
O “where” is the Occupation, which could be either a career or something driven that occupies
the mind …