out of Context;
‘long trailing off into the man-made horizon now a sea as each person is a pilgrim in life’s pilgrimage toward true glories unknown until the journey ends for those heroes involved who had taken the steps with a courageous sight beyond even faith as resort of support quietly moving eye of the storm when struggle sunders all around like pendulous blades grinding the meat through the machine… we all want the good dreams at our feet to whatever whim there is at a beck and call waiting to perceive something real beyond the shitty feelings…’
out of Context;
‘to look forward to in this present existence with many a vague mystery in mind to evoke a new future where no more do we need to insult each other, where the awkward sting of a verbal missile fired off from the mouth of idiots leaves no other scar than a busted gut from laughter instead a slaughtering salvo to which clears the room of positive spirits, but we are always developing our personal skills as people interacting with people in the social circuit running deeply which is why it is ludicrous to think that these negative projections can go on much longer without awareness of their devastating impact…’
out of Context;
‘bitter idea swallowed pill supposed a better of all options considered Here where casual cruelty reigns free from the err as clusters of people banish each other in sarcastic curses from seeing truths… an inkling of things to come as those whose abuse runs deep under sleeping skins as cells collected collection of skills and talents to impart to the willing recipient of these gifts manifested like mission statements declaring the objective in hundreds of differing ways…’
out of Context;
‘those ready to plummet are convinced of the lostness within them even as others would perceive another rare glimpse inside through insights dividing the practical individual from the madness of the creative drive whose urge edges closer through the random acts of abused flesh attempting some defense of a private kind, holi-dazed glaze over all eyes of the blinded can perceive tugging at the violence a cyanide Christ and his devil bunnies queer with their lazy approach empty by rote…’
out of Context;
‘to defend from the ignorance insulting this feast for the senses cradled in every word and phrase, to delight or betray with stylized stolen frames of mind to mock the lies behind shallow guises as social affair ritualized, but what of the subtlety of thought mutating these perceptions considered insulting by the naked mind dragged away by the visions too stark and cold to be only for show embedded within synchronizing the dwindling fragile remains of time we have left choosing conformity over this font of knowledge made real…’
out of Context;
‘beyond the cusp as a youth hostage facing toward terrible truths, we always yearn to know more whether through feelings of guilt or curiosity makes no difference as the innocent inner child stays intact questioning all throughout what most of the growing pains are all about in becoming the idealized version of ourselves at the adult stages, but not all the spotlights will shine upon these actions living on a fringe peripherally as the egocentric mind hovers above these trivial statements of fact that no one wants to hear straight ahead but in a rigged entertaining method to sway public opinion distracted… inspired by the subconscious fray we all find ourselves within…’
out of Context;
‘pushing all the timid clones along to meet the cliff’s edge where true satisfactory testing begins with the leap of faith to trust yourself that this isn’t going to be the absolute end finishing off everyone who did not pass the first time through, but still your beating heart for one more cautious moment to see who you are that you are not a mere living machine meant for hard labor while the rest of humanity teases oodles of commodities from your worth and value as attempt to be more than the animal…’
out of Context;
‘the oppression shows us the truth in our flaws beyond which we never seem to look around for any better ways to embrace each other’s viewpoints minus the judgmental facial expressions ensnared in the grips of the social nexus where everyone is suspect in the midst of their own equal rights to things as we all are subject to this slip of the tongue with each slur or disturbed word dropped like a hint to the rest of the puzzle within, but this sleepy pursuit for a freed mind is one thing though the truth can sometimes lead us individually toward another route altogether without looking forward long enough to see what lies beyond the horizon split by the shadows and silhouettes of nature and all that humanity has interjected into the untouched…’
out of Context;
‘the edge of all our times, superior ideas lured from statistical averages used to deepen the separation as dismissal and violence are vital in assimilating by strangulation the culture from the people who support and create all material value within as manifested from ages past and those yet to arrive by virtue of the need to survive in this vapid cruelty maintained as certainty with vicious absolutes ruling over the cowards subdued, but yielding not to honesty or love but to the harsh lines drawn out and consequences long listing the slightest infraction to chart this hellish state described as necessary struggle for which we all seem to give in something that affects our abilities as people relatively scraping by at the base line barely human being always questioning life…’
out of Context;
‘all our reasons to stay sane and prim and proper to our disdain plainer than the grimace used to replace a genuine smile the mask of the opportunist to get in close as can be to whisper in ears foreshadowing thoughts of infamy… no politically corrected version of the truth can be abused so perversely by the loose mad fiends whose choice is made discouraging the youth from seeing a future any better…’