out of Context;
‘as multiple factors are required for the graduation of these distant collaborations, when one looks into the expanded vision experienced as nothing and then further beyond that it can be seen with a naked third eye the wonderland of imagination fleshed out and exposed before each mind’s eye to a massive change in the works of others… the fear of nothing, the fear of freedom, cannot be withheld long by a soul yearning to breathe free of these most hassling interactions of dramatic proportions between personalities and the people who wield them as weapons… those derivative holes that do nothing more than to suckle upon the goodness of the world like a parasite perceived to live like you or i for the most part, but take the blinders off or put the glasses on…’
out of Context;
‘an unwavering clarity in this… the respect for those dolled-up waifs traveling in circles far too distant for me to rotate within as the whips and chains of the soul are bared teeth savoring the taste and the consistency of skin as device of thrilling conclusions and endless romanticism with sensual possibilities pulling some of us along by a leash, and the tightened collar grip the mass-ters tug upon to control this defenseless puppy’s hold on reality becomes much too much while that tightening costume of the gimp wears thin in small increments that make the skin itch for tender mercies or a pledge for forgiveness from those wielding the power over who stays and who goes, but the sweat and the screams for those few brief glimpses helped the victim absorb the terror by indulging…’
out of Context;
‘life-changing pieces which will create the puzzling person we end up with as finalized version, but even posthumous memories and items cannot replace the face that came with the name or disdain that might have been common to one who has done so much to change the worlds swirling around them as visibly displaced remains the echoing sensations… like ghosts always in revolution…’
out of Context;
‘the subtle rage builds up as does the tension within this cage that has been pushed as sage advice when the reality promotes more ire and frustration as the minutes keep ticking away as it cranks up the suspense that people are sensitive to when the social menace lays its’ hands on you too, and it will then move as you sight the beast for yourself wondering where it ever came from within this natural modern world under the false impression that innocence is some benign ideal expressed by those with lost yet lingering youth… dowsing for a living faith…’
out of Context;
‘unknown to the witness… the cattle rattle death and breathe their last for the impudent sacrifice to avarice and risk to alter fate with their lives in as tormented a wait for the chopping block as the weight of a grisly ritual takes place, but how far is it that we are removed from this slaughter as caustic disco in which we have caught ourselves in a danse macabre much too late after throwing up our hands awaiting for some thrill ride to take place, the thrill of a moving from one reality into another on a path which none may ever follow into the abyss as recycling of souls…’
out of Context;
‘the momentum from this haste of mob mentality that strikes distaste in those mouths caught screaming on the way down as though they could not have ever fathomed a force to pull them over the edge into an ablyss (blissful nothing; the bliss attained by ignorance) from which no one can be torn back from whole because of the ever-involving nature of this swirling locomotion…’
out of Context;
‘the cycles have guided us toward the atmosphere Here, but it is as the skin is finally being pulled up over the bones for a fashionable birth that reality ultimately gives way to the newest of arrivals as space and time warp to allow this entrance to occur… a breach of screeching winnowing outward projection easily it teases doubts where none but confidence in total were steel mantras pushing this forward momentum to further reinforce hoping for the nude beginning again, and it is these layers leading to trial and err that speech staggers along in the wake of a futile explanation for anything but abstraction describing of action made to control and fasten the next thing to the next one in line dropping out of the same chutes as the rest of us, rebelling…’
out of Context;
‘the house is empty of its contents, but ready to be filled with whatever the imagination can place there to be held until such a time as it is needed by the owner of the manse in question, a place hidden behind the inhabitant’s eyes inside the head as questionable visions sharpen the screaming nerve within each little thought to drive itself outside as though a demon-ridden assortment of clues used to gather evidence contrary to the idea that nothing had ever occurred… an ignorance taken too far to be of anything other than obnoxious detention of the truth tethered by the urgent hypocrisy that evades anything but some vague subjective definition on objectivity…’
out of Context;
‘battered by defiance and demystification as an ocean of men justify their taming of this heathen deity through a definition of quirks that holds the beast to chains of thought and its perception not unlike the laws stuck in our heads… reinforcing the blame or shame or disgust at being a criminal free in a free world tamed by the screws twisted tighter to hear pitiful screams of pain all-consuming in bane of haughty misunderstanding as to cannibalize the corpse of the poor like rich rotten vultures lurking to score…’
out of Context;
‘we can derive a truth from within… a submission to the workings of this will, as it decides to catapult the self through trial and error to understand what it is that makes these creatures become the things they do, still constrained by the idea that a human being is as easily defined as they are shuffled about between ethics as trends used to place people into windows to display befitting their privilege, and hope renewed to see the good in a person while not the withered stalk from which they grew learning…’