out of Context;
‘addictions of whose choice is it to choose what it is to be right or wrong down this long corridor to a truth that this junk builds blues up from the depth of an unfathomed wasteland to which truth and youth are but fallen idols, standing totems buried in the sandy gossamer fringe that dreams are made of with visible patrons paying for the experience however they can when they can afford it as the games won’t play themselves without a mouse in the maze somewhere, but this is why our parents abort us because the world we live in is so disgusting and cruel…’
out of Context;
‘we are not embittered alone by the swing of a diseased monkey wrench tossed into gears and cogs that have since damaged and sprung loose of their roles within the system further sending spiral plagues of dysfunction into this ever-corrupted modernity as decadent display… the wealth that builds a cold concrete forest of smooth sheer cliffside as rungless ladder to be climbed from the inside like a roach or a spider getting higher inside the web of intrigue…’
out of Context;
‘the odd looping surge to one’s own practical version of reality while syphoning the negative affliction out of the wounds for its’ own good, to learn by experience and not just in hearing about it second-hand from some street thugs or goons who never wanted to know any better except by jumping straight into the fire, and not as though all of these ridiculous conversations about filth and doom and the endings that we prophesied soon how they were going to subsume the world with all of our worst traits… just as the idea of a roaring hot blaze is expected in the fireplace…’
out of Context;
‘all matters before leaving this stasis… as we scratch and claw our way clinging to the past with no lens of remorse for what has had to be done in order to get where we are standing now cursed and morally responsible for the current state of reality, digging in those sharp spurs of cowboy wild righteous ignorance that occurred to make sense out of the wildernesses left set on slow decay as a world yearning for some ironed-out contract of absolutes in as fetishistic a practice for the businessman culture burning the midnight oil at both ends…’
out of Context;
‘jagged juxtaposition of particles sticking out and off-setting needs for better placement of parts, throwing all rules down the stares of a petty judgment and sudden thoughtless jerking emotions to tumble and break themselves as a glass all fragile and ready to be destroyed, and impudent minions trying to guard the appalling way that people treat each other like the unwanted shit clinging to the bottom of the shoe as their stinking opinion wafts over and through the nice neighborhoods…’
out of Context;
‘no proof is easily produced as assembly line quality searching out in some refined state that allows even the most brazenly stupid and unaware no matter how wealthy one appears to be able to understand, why should i be one to have those cues common to confusion after eating the words of your saviors like turds for scatological needs in order to study a reverse engineering the patterns of demon logic that seize the people who seem to lose faith in their idling profits a lot of nervous energy that cannot be consumed without questioning in the masters’ ways…’
out of Context;
‘leaving ourselves open to the waves of the future whether hybrid of new and old or some other synthesis altogether as it slowly changes this presence like a slightly out-of-tune rumor circulating, and the effect suddenly occurs where we are standing in the reality that reflects the humors of its residents as the energy surges passed narrowing the perceptions by what views they see… some are seeing tumors on the skin…’
out of Context;
‘in a retaliation for how poorly our culture treats us in the suffering through of all the experimental maladies first, programming us with the barest of preparation for in the outside world where cruelty runs the gamut of genuine emotions trying to grind it all down into the indifference as wasted human animal becomes a shell wanting no more of the overdose that living fast and hard has to offer one, but still a fantasy of the multitude seems to yearn for this decadence to which none return whether the spirited or drone whose uses are many comparatively when in contrast all idols seem to put an about face terse toward abusive behavior which calls out the worst social traits into the surface…’
out of Context;
‘implying that perhaps we know better than the rest who are resting out of a lazy affectation to justify the dissecting insults as intimidation to be merely thrown around for best effect on the weak-minded, trying their best to digest public opinion related to the massive whole as the propaganda spins further that which seems out of control through subtle strands of the perversion in decadence used to change our heads… how we look at each other in defense…’
out of Context;
‘as if this could excuse the behavior that throttles the human spirit with other spirits that do not tread so wisely as the human remains vessel for the other mutinous dogs on this ship of fools we are timidly traveling within, intoxicated with desire and need and want as we bleed for truth in this culture searching for an ideal monotrauma as though in some single violent awake synchronicity as the act which will somehow speed us toward a unified enlightening of thought or body or control of the soulless commodity passed out like candy…’