out of Context;
‘waves that panic because of obligations to other sources, information and energy as well as time and space used up in ways as that confuse or muddle conclusions along with communication that hinders us from ever really being aware of the consequences when real functions put the pressure upon us to perform well with the tease of the expert who has been through torments unknown to the mere dabbler or ‘joat’ in whose wishes are likened to that of great hoarding masters waiting for the proper period when personal wisdom will bloom to allow access on those stellar plateaus sometimes only dreamed of by our vulgar majority, and ever-resisting of that urge to smash our dreams against the grindstone of domestication trying to make this life work for us instead of staying under subtle strains of hostility…’
out of Context;
‘an end to reach the posterior that is to be assured of a bowel movement moving this lucid dream to crave fruition as a smorgasbord plunder of plenty shifting this as a bygone corny coping mechanism abused to excuse the evaded truth from knowledge ever becoming a reality to be seen casting aside all hope for the mouth-watering bargains to merger with the mass one has to offer whether consumer or product of the system, as visceral existence tapping into feral wanton decisions that our bodies will make for us whether we want this or not because these beings creating of themselves newer and newer generations of the unique consequence machine we are born spinning while Here upon a coarse ride to the grave whose unknown qualities pushing shivery cold an awareness once controlled by this thing…’
out of Context;
‘within the constraints of the three-dimensional factors apparent in this paradigm of a fleshly organization to which we have inevitably become a part, the edifice as effigy is burning though no one really sees anything but the odd trickery cynical underneath this visual display of innocence as rotting from a state of idolatry cutting a community from actuality as people had believed that once one could purge the evil by burning it away though underlying causes never die or decay but move on into different hosting for harvesting signals to feed upon while infatuated with this parasitic paradise the way it goes, and when fear is the gateway to the fog of ancient shadows rising up from their darkened chthonic stasis frozen by timespans and a lack of form somewhere in the dust and slow to move…’
out of Context;
‘reigns held by the turd reich distortions, ignoring compassion and subjecting us all to their dark advantage taken this mixture of heavens and hells a fixture on the conscious circuit charged with energy swirling digesting brewing the manifested glories and mistakes made meaty with weight and mighty decisions to yield truths that the majority will swallow without problem like pharmacological substances which induce those moments manufactured and manipulated by their creators, and then pumped out efficiently by distributors who do no wrong by admission of third-party bureaucracy taking hold as the newest middle class sold out and co-opted by the claimed functions of the consumer age whose dread is of being penniless in this material world of empty fanaticism and fashionable violence…’
out of Context;
‘random vapid excuses all stitched together as quilted mistakes in personal responsibility gone astray, but the realizations we are forced to learn merely make us resentful deeper down in our soul if the pressure was put upon us by people believing themselves better or truly more aware than we who are roaming the streets ready to tear off a chunk of some fecal-breathing machine that tries to act the tough human even though it is not too wise to push other humans around like you own the place unless you accept responsibility for your actions… patience or a lack thereof slows a progress down to a snail’s crawl as drama flares up in spurts that force us to act out of turn with the rest making spastic dancers of a few among the restless…’
out of Context;
‘a cruel world like this is not diseased or tainted by the affects of those tools abused for selfish purposes when the few that are capable have become corrupted by a limited view of any truth that serves only self-interest to purge the rest of the system of supposed false beliefs lying in wait to ensnare and deceive converting us into a group of liars whose lore makes prophet of the winning opportunist, and Here i am typing in tongues speaking as if the world were some solid state of order instead aware of the tiny shifting sands constantly keeping us upon our toes even when obligated to tow the line in the epic tugs of war ringing bells and dangling puppet rulers momentously strung along though accords to be pulled to get ejected out of planes…’
out of Context;
‘being tossed around like debris caught and launched in rag doll circles shaken to ever more confused traces of this conditional presence residing Here lost among the other zombie drones moving in time with the biologic clock of terror ticking down the moments as they flux and waver not always assured of what is really going on, but we are free to choose and make choices as we see fit even if these quasi-retarded fits become crucial fixes to retain some personal semblance of control that ideally will never be disposable like the things we consume so easily with what remains left a sodden mass for generations to come swimming through the consequential waste as collateral to the finite chase of childish sport pushing others to force their hands to abort this cycle of menace…’
out of Context;
‘against the strength of collective say swaying opinion and our ideas of ourselves so out of proportion with the general law crushing out our instincts from those it chooses to use intellect instead though at the expense of compassion either way as babies fed onto the conveyor belt whims of society left to fend through those mentors and friends until these loathsome mires and pits of inviting the degradation and depravity open up as we have had enough of their obnoxious facets… but we are the real fascists set on making everything more than it seems to be if only for our own gratification selfish in the long run as plans for maintaining control further as this humane illusion Now threatening the suspect agents of fortune who maybe can work with our collected best interests in mind…’
out of Context;
‘a reluctant donor to risk when fear is allowed to rule over our lives keeping us from the full experiences of living, and we push the buttons and are stepping upon nerves crackling the eggshells glued together as amended by the wayward uses that people have for each other in this messy existence pining for credibility sometimes when least expected because of the surprise disguised inside the kinds of creatures we can be to see fragments of the surging cosmic filament warp and weft those uniting our collaborative depths and dissected from a whole by some of us that view control as a defining pieces and the parts from the rest… to wed a fervor for science as base to a zealous will of religious imperiousness as emotional alchemy to span the remains of these aeons left…’
out of Context;
‘feeling absolutely helpless and yet aggressive about it, craving to take from other people what they have as a source of selfish exploits that often times lead to nonsense conclusions for the ones trying to cover their tracks with steaming piles of bullshit thinking this is the way it has got to be as we were all falsely made to believe rising up from primordial sensations to self-awareness while in further complications to assert which of these various lines leads to your desires as when queued up and jammed against other parties that bring the noise as much a light pollution degrading us all to cling to an ideal of balance as the truest of factors absorbing one’s ambitions for better things, but on a trail of tears that never seems to stop in the tight traffic…’