out of Context;
‘these disastrous desires as a concentrated conscience bears the burden recalled of now as discipline, the magician’s wand as fisted phallic symbol waving ‘abracadabra’ all over those magical things creating offshoots with some unique signature partially aware of the service for which they are conceived as to the burden of waste placed upon the rest of a wasted negative age washed away by corrosive behaviors surging forward into the darkness to try understanding why it is there to begin with, but soon even these ideal goals are to be cast aside in the cold and brilliant analytic lights as senses…’
out of Context;
‘a trail of thoughtful dots following my ransack of head trauma as witnessed in the human condition Here… realizing that my work is difficult to say the least to strain through in one sitting especially for one not used to all of the zigs and the zags my pretty nous likes to toss like caltrops under your feet sometimes creating a yelp of pain before the motion and the reaction settles granting the swift occurrence of knowledge if the individual is wary of the prize opposite to the frustration of seeing all the words…’
out of Context;
‘gathered together to construct a picture of what a real civilization could be with the possibility to do more once becoming a fully aware and consciously responsible person that millennia ago were simpering fools of a prehistoric persuasion that didn’t ever know any better than the violence we collaborate and make deals with now in desperate urges to sway the fingers of time back to the beginning with this expanded understanding intact, but this machine doesn’t work like that in this near-dawning age siphoning the dark we have originally witnessed ourselves to be transmuted and transmogrified into the emotional gold our souls…’
out of Context;
‘wanting features of one’s owned self launches into a rancid fit of disapproval for the centuries never to have lived as current crusades visible seem to lack in comparison with the epic validations that few of us nowadays have the will to achieve as originally attentive study perhaps, but this i can only surmise as true to assume as our world is still epically spinning even as we choose to dehumanize and compress and pull all passion out of a very real history for the general gratification in self-possessed “greater good” ideal broken by wealth and greed unleashed in a system that would embrace all stances with at least some respect for individuality as now a modern plague…’
out of Context;
‘glories subjectively perceived one mind’s eye at a time in random sequential orders to proceed or be one of the terminated, executed, or further translated into the underlying programming we still strive to understand in our quaint human way of opinions that truly individuates us from any other creature on the planet left wondering what else is there out Here whether tranquil wilderness or violent caustic vibrations that leap and electrify the lust and animated detail for disgusted laughter shared between the fluctuating particulars of human existence most peculiar indeed… launched into the wide unknown…’
out of Context;
‘in far too many ages before we even have reached this place, and we are Here much like any comet or comment projected out aloud as clouded idea allowed to escape into this vacant space incarnation within conscious range of a feasible continuum taken in as supposed incarceration where the vast amounts of labor are subconsciously subdued by the system in authority constantly trying to divine efficiency from the hordes of the human condition held so captive by a craze to be the best of these cast-off clones…’
out of Context;
‘not everything is as it seems to be at first glancing blows as the charm lifts up through the nose salty-smelling assaults those holes filled with a scented will flickering like candles dim in the medieval appropriate chamber for a chapel to pray to a lord god to summon over the sheep mewling by the steeple, and the fat bellies of gods rotted against odds because their lot was drawn before the rest of the parade of worthwhile decay has the rest of us sit and wait for our turn to ascend the few idle cold stares masked and unaware as the energy underneath the solid seeming seamy as it churns…’
out of Context;
‘shining as brilliantly as in moon and sun alight the trails through the stars and cosmic expansion narrowed in this becoming the you ever-changing as you are now as always will be, and even as the flesh melts away in slow death sways or quickly as in the emergency state of apocalypse stains that come like rain through the worm hole by state of the art blitz of nuclear hatred abused by shameful masters that plague us with ready disaster… pieces for free falling off into a pile on the floor as the body shatters apart like an explosion of molten hot core fragmented from the dirty bomb made to cure the infidel womb of its’ heathen possessions, in screaming out for more to claim the right to divide and to compare the evils we see…’
out of Context;
‘the real heretics are the ones who refuse to see and stay open to the active truth that does not stay idle while others allow their minds to stagnate and dry to the traditional excrement they have been fed for ages since calamity was a vital motivation on someone’s score board, though the games are now convoluted in their rules and regulations defining the space of the gameplay as it requires players to adapt to the system as it stands to work within it as it might distract one away from reality whatever it may be other than actually sitting off to the side trying to hide the relevant facts from the rest of the tribe, and trying to isolate those who take sides by deciding to become the villains…’
out of Context;
‘i became another lunatic like the rest… even though no one really noticed this change but me as the alcohol worked its way into my system without any more register than the tossing back of this poisonous urge as the surge of human debris swirls tighter, pressed like ritual slayings in other countries to happen because of this distinctive lack of compassion which leads us all further down the rabbit hole that society seems impressed to keep taking as route to some kind of oblivion chilling at the doorstep…’