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pica-SO pig asshole

out of Context;
‘the visceral missile warfare omniscience trying to condense our reality into a function that carve pieces out from those dark matters that be to shape them into sections of dark energy quantified by those powers that choose to be saint to our sinners faking their versions of a real winner to offset the real value of freedoms allowed as rights to the human contingent forced to choose limited options instead, and the betterment of a Mankind so cruel to the humanity in choosing not to follow these biased conclusions lost inside complexities of logic managed by such organic mechanisms pushing through the breach of a limited perspective with only a few pieces left to guide us each to an end as ourselves…’




reigning jesus writardando-si-does-it…

out of Context;
‘in a direction that some might consider as ‘corrupted’, but is merely another stage in this evolving chrysalis of humanity trying to become more maybe where consciousness has set a particular genetic standard than we were always hoping would change us into our images of personal gods somehow appeasing a deeper spiritual imagination playing with symbols that leads us to friction in stubborn dimensions as though trying to fit our beliefs into a box that few will ever see for what it truly is while it lives and breathes… psychic hearts trapped inside clutching the embrace of fate as displayed with affection when the romantic urge sets future needs ahead of the present as a packaged commodity to be bought and sold without explanation and shat out like any other product assembled autonomously in dark places…’




grotesque body, analytical mind…

out of Context;
‘shocking a living substance back against its constraints as entombed and aching for exits… the resistance is a revolting future to behold when taken account that the eye to the beholder whose kin slays and defeats through empirical judgment and analysis bent toward ill gains distorted beyond those forces that would explain anything left of value to these howling nothingists in starkly martyred bits and bytes parading before ones choosing to disbelieve in this futile explanation for existence tense from the fools who love indiscriminately, culling destiny into dense little herds of human as pockets of proposed civilized perception whose false truths are worth zero to none of what our life has to tell us is a reality of connecting dots…’




mutainted

out of Context;
’embedded in this human drama vivisecting this substantial vital essence into hybrids and distillations of traits and taint passed along as well as out there among the masses as massive if not more so than they used to be considering the changes in both the climate and an atmosphere of fear influence spills out like oily residues of the past creeping forward among us, in a variable genetic context that cannot ever be tracked as exactly or is specific enough to be taught as fact to children lowered on the totemic poles of opposition further than anyone else as the potentials filter through the system’s infected weeping wounds as tragedy eats us devoutly devouring each and every piece savored by a complex array of humanities’ saints and sinners with knife and needle teeth equal in each bite…’




jazimantique

out of Context;
‘curiosity reaching through endarkened ages that hold an information as a preserve to saturate our culture still to be utilized in another frame of reference when looked through with zoetropical eyes showing us our hopes and fears with whatever we can consider a moving honesty that what is felt seems mostly betrayed genius as we might come to think of our personal righteousness… possessed by the plenum in whose gases of which we are the partially pneumatic moving through this farce of now-historic miseries taking notes where we can stand as physagogues now placed against those beings who squirt our gaseous contents out over these distorted visions when even a lack of substance can make us feel more whole while inside of ourselves Here doubting the transcendental moments of humanity…’




homo ludens…

out of Context;
‘impervious to mere rules or their agents gone in to retrieve those unchasened and unmanageable to pervert their energy into something a bit more constructive for the hive minds messing about in ivory towers trying to plan every little piece of a puzzle that doesn’t fit in with the rest of the map they laid out to view, and the strategy as applied to move the massive by tactics resorting to hostility and intimidation to subvert any personal sense of social safety and keep that consistent belief remaining within our heads that we as humans are plague-bearing creatures suffering out their fates based upon vaguely-implied ideals brutally reinforced by those fostered primal throwbacks planted as a neoanderthal set of guardian spirits with barely enough sapient cognizance to appear human while fooling most of the casual observers…’




the art tickles…

out of Context;
‘all we do while Here through a focus upon the integration of information becoming the next part of the process digesting us and all we have made out of nothing but aspiration and the material requiring us… Man impresses his subjects against the truth with false claims fashioned as perfect to push a fascist agenda seeking only to control us without release in a biased iron grip of extremity made flesh and bone reality to the world population now marching to this single beating rhythm bleeding all compassion out of these creatures trying to learn for themselves what right and wrong are about to discover a personal rationale making this passionate journey worthwhile, aching to be aware that we are each a performance living though not always aware of the art we contribute to the overall picture…’




vie de boheme

out of Context;
‘realizing that this humanity is not a failed experiment for the nazi pigs alive and well and feeding on our fears shared throughout the collective strive forward to the Mystery of heaven or bliss whichever comes first as i suppose taking the routes that we chose as the better for each our own personal continuity, and the myths are merely stories or parables used to attain some righteous footing in the slippery bullshit of the empirical fortunes of Mankind made master of the hive mind further reason why everyone should take their powers upon themselves and escape the horrid chains that bind us to shatter ourselves for these higher appeals to human nature from jerking puppets tamed by the screw now quickly quoted widely whose falsely righteous ass-rending is used as a flag-waving patriotism gimmick spurting out…’




foul vowels rhyming in the bowels…

out of Context;
‘a linear construct shunts our choices away from any openminded appeals of the heart whose certainty is always in question by the impulses of one’s mind and preferences to be used a maintained cycle of behaviors in order to suck the seed of the gods and become golden as well this raw pantheon of ritual torment proliferated by the established ways of a masochistic masculine tyranny cruel for the sake of its cruelty, maybe to appease some cold dead gods of whose old patterns are integral and so needed as the newer systems require the updated versions these older formats of previous paradigms as like a shed skin when the world births itself anew to a crack loose from the chrysalis haze that has warped sight of our visions…’




a stiff fabrix…

out of Context;
‘misinformation which will do nothing more than cement the nihilism inherent in these false appeals to the consumer played by us to change being lead astray into a goal that will relieve these symptoms of being stiff and uptight while trying to appear upright and moral to the rest of an old unassuming populace whose popular opinion is shaped and molded by social engineering deposited in current mainstream values, but a river keeps on flowing if one can consider time like this in its path from beginning to end where we ride the waves as they collect and disperse around our lone bubble roughly passing through rocky terrain as microcosm holographic within a great expanse of this universe embedded to the hope that this bubble won’t burst until reaching the right escape hatch…’