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‘amidst a chaos of cringing humanity too chained to ideals in this confusion witnessed in spurts through trial and error, managing to keep the panic thinned out in the isolated herds where many are raised with a closed-off mentality to put back into place the twisted details of reality as just pieces in the random pattern pushed together to fit some peculiar order that very small groups who deem themselves more enlightened than those others included in the real majority of people Here have decided that it is our fate, and our faces added and stacked as some infinite structure…’
out of Context;
‘nothing but violent enlightenment to shed as wisdom sent out as dumbed down vision for reality composed as truth for the embittered and the wicked to pursue with reckless abandon trying to yield an absolute knowledge aged to perfection as rotted withered fruit gathered by calloused hands of the working class who condemn the hidden of the manipulative minority whose sole function is to disrupt the ascension of all humanity by means of distraction and misdirection treating most of a humanity as pets and enemies… the gut open and exposed to the oxidizing err rusting our ancient machinery to eroded red points bloody from thrust in and out of damaged packages…’
out of Context;
‘we are subjected to the whimsical in the most unflattering of ways as the essence of who we are seems to get lost in what we do or think in the case of trying to truly discover our own realities for what they are as we fight through distortions that affect how we are to interact with the rest of the universe, but this identity we consider to be the only one there is as false and confused with the ideals trained into the many as growing child becomes another living drone vibrating on a frequency that keeps the rest of us subjugated to a system…’
out of Context;
‘ask the bizarre question ‘what is real fun?’ as defies authority, and to whom do all these experiences transfer that senses would go the opposite direction of consensus agreement that society as explicit arbitrator hounding the undesirable like general law pressuring a majority into raw unyielding conformity as the wage slaves not too far removed from those legends with older stigmas transcending space and time… families and friends as characters in this psychotic-erotic drama ever-unfolding…’
out of Context;
‘preference for a chosen responsibility instead of ones handed to us to be stretched like a tool sometimes abused by the system considered mild treatment for what it is said “we get what we deserve” as little compensation for any pain or loss contradicting the ideal of a ‘greater good’ floating about like a god as some ethereal judge or supervisor attempting to correct all visions into one endless goal which might not exist if it weren’t for the assembly of these people contributing all the blood sweat and tears they have to this bitter competition-based religion worst of all yet… motion make believing, mocking, or stubborn hatred for the unknown Other can create an insular and impotent posture for one who would react as though their viewpoint is THE ideal…’
out of Context;
‘sharing ideas between spaces of loss and laziness while at the same time finding an inspiration to fly away from the burning sun turning into the shadows to glimpse another sight of the dark heart the soul tries to hide in code like anachronistic nursery rhymes cursing us with their blind subconscious impetus, yet we might try to force control for at least a little while living in these holy shells chosen ammunition of the gods who know no better than to fuck with our morals and our laws by instilling layered meanings into the virtues we seek to stabilize and defy the random chaos writhing all throughout this fragmented of a psycho-social display of dominance, and frying the nervous side of a physical mind…’
out of Context;
‘our ulterior motives sometimes those internal mechanisms we are not aware of clockwork twitches moving the spastic frame into places it perhaps would not have dared otherwise without consciousness in this efficient functional reality grinding along, ticking out measured moments on as man-made a face as no one adores watching the flickering hands displace slow hours into waste that chills the bones because the time slips away in the shortest increments that no one stops to appreciate except occasionally me and those handful of others lurking behind the sealed off screen door to the digital floor, and ‘ding!’ Here we are in the last place you’d expect from the shallow ways of Mankind whose kindness seems either harsh or cruel to inhibit a casual growth of rebellious youth from cropping up again and again…’
out of Context;
‘you don’t trust them with their flim-flam personal displays swaggering to take control if you don’t watch out for your whole, knots you cannot see linked though by invisible thread tied like the rest of us tied together for better or words that decide to sever their relationship forever with our essence in the which where we credit the winner with the glory of the massive a collection of souls weighing heavily upon the face of this earth as heathen as it may seem to be with regard to a killing deity dispatching without mercy, and it is we who become trapped in our own definitions needing to be broken in at least a house-broken way so that we are not responsible for cleaning the mess made after we have left…’
out of Context;
‘it appears that people wrote these laws and rules most of whom were men that could not do much more to advance divine intervention than to acknowledge that workers need more time relaxing to endure the monochrome colors limited in relation to the actual world we live in… and the work week carries on. no matter where you are or what it is you do, there are certain qualities about working that separates mind and body by allowing the body’s motor consciousness a control with which allows some to think about many things at once or with more focus as perception concentrates itself into a narrow beam to activate the energy for multitasking for example requiring a slightly higher perception of a person’s immediate surroundings, and diversion then becomes the bane of the activity…’
out of Context;
‘something counter to whatever whiny muscle rock that seems to me to permeate mainstream rock radio for what there is left of that old ideal out there of jerks as profitable role models because my ear is not groomed for the radio anymore now that i have experienced a strange climate change between school-age and the person who is writing these words now, and i guess i somehow have always wanted to produce satirical outsider art in the truest sense of a satire trying to be a reflective tool expressed like maybe a ‘canary in the mine’ scenario holding relevant meaning up effectively until the canary like the run-on joke dies a horrible death…’