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‘the rooster or peacock whose job is to play alpha while praising jah when wobbling on our morals and ethics while in the midst of managing to raise the stakes a little bit higher as though this were something to bet upon… the precise demonic prods culling the queues to an unusual excuse used to abuse the forced of their good behavior projected out onto others to create a mythological message that fulfills a self-manifesting prophecy pushed along by that ambiguous consciousness that sometimes lack a minds’ eye for conscience the science perhaps of conscious pursuit of caring and compassion as solipsistic trial by effort returning those curious elements animating the corpses-to-be we are Here becoming more than animal or aliens trying to perceive what human means…’
out of Context;
‘a bliss on repeat as a hell might seem if released unleashed creating a victim of self we may liken to the ‘beast’ gone into a frenzy in front of the wrong people and their people to then be held totally accountable for the smashed fury crashing through sudden suspense then faces grey with disbelief that this could be as one of those devilishly intense phases we all read about or see on tv allowing us a pseudo-experience through the viewing, but we are still reactionary puppet heads used to represent our districts when given the chance though good leaders are still very difficult to find and the times are far in between such years of any offices on magnitude of that authority which seems to have never been taken seriously against the grain…’
out of Context;
‘tactics followed since birth for many of us scraped off the shoe in a time of needy betrayals and unfit figures taking turns or letting go once things turned sour as milked wounds pushed onto burn over sparking nerves left to drag the dark past open to flame on charcoal balefires scalding those persons who were often women in ages comparable to those cultures now who were wrongfully condemned to be put down after being chased and hunted usually as a game played by the richest for sport while few of those skills were able to actually apply as those same distracted eras thought to have separated completely from medieval times are that wrong, and far from truth as though gods would say anything was deserving of painful punishments that could ensure that death wouldn’t be quick…’
out of Context;
‘casting that saturnalian cornucopia set short against a backdrop of Clemmons’ situational aesthetics in principle becoming action gashing out the eye of a preconceived notional taboo with the one long goddamn motherfucking pinkie nail that says …”maybe you will die from this or maybe you won’t” though survival leaves all sorts of scars behind into wounded truths half-abused to our deaths respectively wrongly conceived as badly running gag force fed what another’s understanding meant only to them beginning and ending as butcher and meat considered a crude symbiosis gory slick with blood and oils in a quicksand vacuum then of Manmade toxic creation after the fact it releases into a time-sensitive exhibit extolling virtues by the dozens and the vices wrapped up tightly nightly are over guilty feelings whose self-discipline makes for unique relationships between people…’
out of Context;
‘motion digesting the moves as frugal centrifuge refusing to die with everything that can be spent its states of being lucid dreaming at rest at best questions unanswered confessing consequence by obliterating witness can dead or alive sometimes comes back to die again demanding the fall of corrupted elders in whose just was jest at best an arrest through answers too heavy to fathom to full content queasy even to nauseous revolt as the eye divine sees in vivisecting sways of color with this system’s use of words scratching wounds that don’t bleed but never heal to be the only thing revealing latter day half-truths as proof of whose dead eyes seeing the believing in full fruit dropping it once the bitter juice bleeds through condemning the natural witches’ brew underneath as cycles of demons disguised…’
out of Context;
‘gathered opinion gone awry, but why wait for a why when sometimes the want is enough to start a reaction chaining some same such minds together at the concept alone as individual features become tangential angelic elements blessing lower forms of life living now with generations of alien consciousness locking up our systems with instinctual data casually foregoing that brains grey matter batters against the whipping winds of conformity domesticating as society dictates a person should be, though the trigger finger always rings true with shots fired shat-wise through the chaotic crowd in a haze of uncertainly valued self-sustaining attitude depicting a selfless abandon…’
out of Context;
‘finite capacity overpopulated with potentiality assaulting our senses cryptically crawling to heights unheard of until the talk of perspective catches with a mindful existence tracing lines in these timESPace wanderings conquering a continuum of continental divides soured on the certainties of collapsing graces and habituated bliss warped the sharp shape toward the ablyss bound to pull us into its swirl of gravity well above the rest of those repetitive traits overlapping painful surges taking self toward selfless levels of conscious collaboration, but we are not merely possessed seekers searching for conclusions…’
out of Context;
‘treating the pain blind as it condemns the rest of the world as this potential tribe laid to waste by the hands of Mankind, the skilled assassin hounding jackals while the backup of others in as similar form crafted by psycho-politiical culling of the herd to summon those better than best at the role of death dealer to enemies of whatever state pays the best in their utmost capacity devised as the ultimate weapon by few of the military-industrial-commercial plague are these modern dark ages…’
out of Context;
‘tonic through musical calibration echoing against of what ails a population deliberately acting as antidotes instead of anecdotes charged with components that attempt a conscious directed healing… as the bugs warp our invading of their territories at every unwary turn to make sense of what transpired from reference to memory with an accuracy from each pursuit to instill one’s person with confidence and commands of focus unobtainable by those still resistant to those natural changes loosed there is no wonder then why these things make no sense…’
out of Context;
‘to the mayhem that separates us as individuals in a system trying awful mad gods upon us to tether and fetter each person as an absolute binary to the automatic tragedy of this ornate social superstructure today yet another reality mocking the grinding wheel used in place for a medicine as limbs are chopped away from the main body to save life from the same fate as the think tanks require an armor built from these rank-and-file youths unaware of what their country is about to do to them as no clues to finding that compassion necessary being a mercenary showing no mercy…’