out of Context;
‘programming our damned DNA strands like sands in time running rand with stones of irregular shape and size minus a method or conscious decision on our part as we daze into the sunshine blindness a little while longer so the metadata can sink in deeper, sitting across from our consciousness in trance while the tasks loom greater than we have ever fathomed before missed in our daily grinding away of self as raft through this social rift in attempts to reinforce who we were as we dance across the surface of this thing one moment after the other…’
out of Context;
‘this fixated affliction summoning resentment to the surface to cement a stability into place against type with our instincts intact as yet betrayed by the emotional lunge and parry displayed in this tense side of combat… emotional feedback looping psychotically emptily as the ultra-masculine patriarchal pride pushes people to become shallow versions of themselves merely to keep up appearances of the pseudo-civility we imbibe, while underneath beats the heart of a sycophantic swimming through polarities of hatred and anger…’
out of Context;
‘as belief brings manifestation through the immediate dissonance of these grinding wheels in motion… high horses ridden by loathsome whorish forces selling out the majority to share the trivialized pieces between themselves as a commodity of whatever crude aspect that wealth would mean to those while dreaming for a further conquest at no matter the cost, the only way to know is to do even when in the middle in this digital wave as a tsunami…’
out of Context;
‘you soon learn that given life is terribly short if living for the work only as so many hopeful youth are fascinated by the fist fuck, as we live suspended between vague and correct that some people are so good at projecting their perspectives onto others, and i can’t hear my words as they drain and flow like bitter turds… the substance of trying to know has undermined a truer understanding as god is just a big tease in a holding pattern for saturn…’
out of Context;
‘we as the people, who have decided to manifest as the wicked skeletons fleshed out of a darkened closet that polite programmed society tries to keep welded shut felt as damage not as a chapter in history from which there is much to be learned, but we can only start doing this as real people if we grant ourselves the power to resist the vampire drain masked as beneficial when seeing this lie should push manic resistance from our lips…’
out of Context;
‘our history left spinning, but multiple senses are excluded by the powers being that they see nothing but the greed and their own biased values in a sea of lies and duplicity ruling out the truth for profits excused by a toxic drama and an embargo on emotional evolution in use as bargaining chip in a manipulation of the masses… to make those out as taking drastic measures overstepping casual boundaries presented by a few that have alternate plans for exploiting a treasure, pulled from these cold dead hands of the fundamentalist fiends who claim a righteous knowledge of what is better…’
out of Context;
‘to dance or not to dance, that is the dilemma, but there is nothing to reason that can ever be construed of as good if there is not a dance or particular rhythm to things in some way shape or form that cannot be automatic to understand as these powerful spirits involved twist along humanity’s potential world soul to wring out destiny as it were… packed into tiny little venues to rage or get laid or whatever the mode of acquisition used to abuse that which is a given related to all the parts of this system that baits us and our decisions…’
out of Context;
‘we to whom are one and the same sending electric waves through the ethers of this cosmic vibration that centers us inside nothing so that we may move freely… with the load shot into the womb from which genes are then subsumed and separated evenly by the zygotic swoon swirling in cells multiplicity as the child turns out to be conceived of as a pet before it is that the human infamy is released as a minion, the self awareness dragged out by traumas endured while the society mocks itself in a chaotic and distended ever-morphing facsimile that spells out the end of these days as revolution each a revelation in itself…’
out of Context;
‘those congested trivialized tidbits of information at our fingertips typed away into a beginning as a digital culture… we know not what future beings we shall become to appear as though we will shed the human chrysalis if we choose the right steps that shimmy in place in front of us as aligned to change reality for the truly better instead of worse than it is in the Now as it all distorts our perceptions, a selfish glory possessed by a sorting out of others’ messes for them without evaluating one’s own mistakes and karmic debt traveling through the rough draft we all try to catch in our own ways…’
out of Context;
‘whacked-out fiends, proliferating this ablyss without enough sense to rub together to create solid thoughts or valid schemes that might in this lifetime resemble dreams to look forward to without intruding onto others’ feet to do so, but even if this isn’t a trick used to catch us gasping as we grasp for some reason and logic like air in a breath caught reeling in our fears all in one second of reflection as though it were all destined for us to suffer through hell in each other… consequence in the nothing…’