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‘the mission of the few who are left with officially destined tasks to save this crude nude humanity… queued up to the lines of filthy oblivion in living its’ destiny through us like children sent chuting from a conquering womb as cages keep the youthful exuberance held in cheque by the teeth of their sages, those in whose a relative decision is made by the hammer of the gods to defraud their way out of the paper bag brains driveling insane because of their reign of terror…’
out of Context;
‘cutting static reality like lips waking from a knife scraping into the skin, of a softer substance still and precious while under the watchful eye of a parent or caretaker even if under illusion of human can be projected like a mask in the eyes and minds of those untrusted, and unknown people who filter throughout life’s endless doorways both demanding and describing circumstance as macabre sway to which we all dance and obey like truth played against us like odds stacked high to crucify those not aware of the method by which a subjective daily madness wins…’
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‘traces unto the dirt, the gravest of most serious matters dealt as death blow to these reserved and ignorant chapels built from the stoned and devalued inert pieces of a dreaming rarity devoid as this reality recycling the clinging bits of restless data from some gripe site retreat into the digital ablyssal bathysphere of space and time left loose to jerk a reaction out of the reeling memories of noumanity’s romantic attachment to resistance… vile trohl for all seasons whose very presence is an inflamed nerve twitching out of time to the rest of this clockwork sequence…’
out of Context;
‘like that elusive in happiness that has been used as those swinging karats of value and worth hung so dapper like faulty chandeliers of the poor and deluded whose use has been commodified by these dollar whores on the loose, the truth is much more difficult to swallow when it is true because of curiosity filling in those mysterious gaps gaping in the pattern of every story allowing no few sadistic false cure-alls to proliferate the system with bottled infections or their confectionary weapons sinister and decadent to prevent the followers from following too closely to those they’ve chosen as leaders…’
out of Context;
‘like glands in thin skin sweating to expel frail feelings in the human conditioning we endure as creative killers of creatures big and small, or as these conquerors taking every opportunity to sit at the top of the heap for the briefest of moments fleeting afterward of such power vacuums within this harshly-compressed continuum expressed progress into the future through quaint frames of terminology like ‘civilization’ when the real truth is the farthest from an ideal upheld as loophole opens up from which all manner of unforeseen things crawl out as from Pandora’s box…’
out of Context;
‘worming through shit to reach a higher plateau as weight and pressure inflict themselves upon a creatures’ physiology embedded within the expanse of the macrocosm trying to pry away and to force every single microcosm to be digested remarked upon and defined by itself and responsible of consequences as a living memory as the Self embodied is as this, worm turns conqueror or snake as ouroboros of our lifeline determined Now as the singularity represented by each one of us in the out there as beasts manipulated by our own atavism through the learned traditions, and their slanted biases over our eyes…’
out of Context;
‘that cutting edge of clarity desired to communicate with a true sense of gravity what it is the situation means to persons locked into a ritual conditioning of domestic slavery moving these masses to shift this reality… amped up to degrees of tension and heat that many may find themselves wandering out of the kitchen and off into a wilderness hard pressed to hear the reason and see the wisdom for ourselves trying to escape this cell in our hearts keyed to the interlocking tumblers in our heads, each mind a box to think outside of in relationship to each casual being Here today lost always questioning reality trying to gather the information before it spills spoiling the rest with infectious conception as a joyous disdain for authority…’
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‘as that purity sought after by the cult of innocence long thought lost to the humanity that there needs to replace crude connection subtle beyond the hope for love’s embrace disturbingly retained and the elusive romantic yearning in whose hearts we give our everything… but which drain our energy when the formula has been tampered with from a birth sliding to the open womb as the martyrs slip into new inhabitation though a coma we must now call our ‘home’, as the dreaming filters out those vivid and vibrant skills and traits that filter as we explore the myriad of what interests us each individually pursuing a mystery for ourselves for which many may never be solved…’
out of Context;
‘the sheep lords who dine like wolves as they hide their real lips as they’re speaking, lip servicing to be in sync with the rest of the lobotomy straining making thoughtless corpses of vibrant stain as propped upon human being made misshaped of reason in the ablyss sucking the words from right out of our mouths as we labor vainly this vanity of shame lazily to be passed around from one trusted host to the next, but endorsed by very few as the collected tear wears thin in spinning propaganda webs of deception creating humanity’s flocculants without fail…’
out of Context;
‘to wield change for enlightenment like scripture of feats to socially assume the roles we play to fit like twelve ignorant apostles seated around your jesus christ waiting to die while the depicted supper seems to last forever… questioning whether we can ever make respectful appeal to the spirits that lurk just inside of what we consider ‘food’ no matter how diverse and strange the range may be to those who don’t give even a second thought to or respect for the novel flavors just outside of the experience gained to be retained and savored…’