out of Context;
‘our wasted lip service to speak truth in a brutal way, and we may not like hearing what the outside perspectives are saying even as their words are thrown away like the debris in the streets to be scattered among the rest of us Here trying to make a personal retreat through the bullshit that more become too tired to refuse the burdens shifting… we sit in a womb state where those just waiting to be opened up to the real seed of enlightenment leads to experiencing the unique rich whole of what the world has too often in its diversity working to complete the cycle of transitioning states that the chemical mind and the emotional body are constantly regulating between forces and finite things into a manure-like mush that grows whatever it likes…’
out of Context;
‘we get furious with the most passionate of ill-logic at the surface of our thoughts if we were to choose fight as opposed to flight when faced with the deadliest of challenge where our lives hinge on success, though the mind of success can make one suffer a hubris that ingrains in the immediate psychology an idea of invincibility that would convince the thinker of their prowess… very few of us are exceptional hunters anymore except through the use of rules as a simulation, but whether to simulate the natural “laws” or play at seeming like gods with people to back any amount of legal paperwork that clogs the system as it stands is just as bad a monkey-wrenching goon as any stinky hippie sleeping on a lawn somewhere… it is quite difficult for us…’
out of Context;
‘we so easily see what is NOT the case because parts of our perspective do not want truth revealed by our own sole perceptions to be understood by us, this means that we have millions of our lives inside of us combining to make these dreams real through all the odd detailed notes recalled in ages out of time as once the moment has passed it will linger, but remains outside time to be touched only by the fingers of consciousness and memory… finding oneself out of touch without a strong memory to turn to for aid when trying to process things connecting thoughts with action and back again…’
out of Context;
‘the pseudo-police of human behavior for their lack of enthusiasm that the current system is working justifiably or strong enough to handle all the reckless youth in the system today, their elder dinosaur minds from reptilian hives have been mistaken for the intriguing mysteries that lead to a wealth greater than ever could be valued on a material scale through the murky soup that is the ether in which our thoughts and possible selves sit awaiting for the restraints of vision to be taken away by the senses as they open up to the particular within and in-between… some of the builders got the designs right, and were allowed to exit into another reality, some would choose to believe that we remain in a product of a design gone wrong… but the truth never lies…’
out of Context;
‘the wealth of definitions became odd fragments of glorified knowledge where only the most holy were given the rights to the sacred ideas of destiny… fate has always been a disjointed revolution of cycles as the quaking and volcanic corruptions were spoiled into blackening the atmosphere Here, each new castle built from the bones of dead stinging bits embedded in the tight stones used for the walls despotic and erotic in our new digs as merchants of the soul’s precious tissue, but we are not necessarily god’s soldiers as taught by nazi pig bastards who say they give a fuck but do not listen respectfully by the end of even a ten second statement that could corrupt the youth just as easily as any other televised lie out there…’
out of Context;
‘that vicious, selfish chromosome that swims through the DNA/ RNA strands like a shark hunting down the necessary traits that make one awake, and able to pull the strings that create this living vessel as extension to control strand of fate lying in the idle hands of human weight… tied together indiscriminate of the ways in which we can manifest, but aware of the process by which we all endure in order to be Here today without the push of trivial foreplay into the sexual revolution of reality, the surge of linear time works on a massive delay before any part of the whole can begin to comprehend anything the “right” way in a more developed light…’
out of Context;
‘undulating waves of grey into this stark and cruel reality where it would appear dreams are stomped down as readily as they would appear to be exalted into the chivalry of grandiose gesture as it would try to rule over us all, amidst this confusion that is a not-so-necessary reality as by-product of this casual assault on the average conscious human being which arranges for the laze that permeates our disconnected species, and dissolving as well as mechanizing the rules of engagement between cosmic forces as order ‘seems’ to work against chaos even though the tandem impressions are what we perceive Here… this place is run by whelps disgraceful at what they choose to do as antidote to their own personal horror of selfish dementia condemning the rational mind that would abuse their access to power…’
out of Context;
‘we are social cripples tormented by our contradictory versions of the proper way as it conflicts with outside views and other established means of motion along this trail we have left behind us to always remind us of where we once stood as ornate decoration once all the hard work was done before our arrival, we are in a station of contempt among our fellow emotional travelers through all these dark and visceral dimensions as we struggle together in a collective notion that we can fix the broken machine no matter how decomposed or rusted it happens to be, but if we are to conclude to a synthesis of what we “know” as fact repairing this emotional machine first instead of the proving of a worth and of values that never make any sense…’
out of Context;
‘this discussion is not merely created for redundancy’s sake even as the same rhetoric said the many different ways goes ’round once more through this incarnate realm of holy yearnings leaning toward simple though perverse satisfaction of those tempting things that bring more trouble than they are worth, but with the clarity presented Here in visions as based within contemporary bounds and accepted triggers as the organ grinds us down merrily with the spinning platform wheeling around out of control… the reckless goals punching clowns down to the floor as though tossing cookies and salads weren’t enough for you, that you require more to the defense of your hopeless reign of boredom into fleshless oblivion through the realm of obvious stakes that claim to be the real truth in some way you never thought about before…’
out of Context;
‘to say the least, the odd turkey-related behavior in praise of the god awful with its unholy seasonal shift once again at the edge of vision beginning with the usual feast-to-end-feasts as horrendous numbers of the nuclear family radioactive citizens waste without undue mass mimicry in one great conjoined ritual of these strange yearly increments that soon become followed by the decorations that signal yet another year leaving us by ourselves as the next year comes to quickly fill the place of the last one…’