out of Context;
‘the little boy inside of me is frightened by the lecherous adult that lives on the outside of this carcass, the externalized series of lessons mush the body into these forms that shift as appropriate to adapt under stress and duress of duty, and to defy privileged attacks from the insulted cowards in their ivory towers to whom thoughts of joy and happiness are merely fodder for more instances of rape and plunder… our faces drawn from the ancient gallery of names and lords, where truth varnishes the soiled steel of the martyr’s death that springs forth in monumental glory of idols, but the vanquished edge of the brink as exiled by human moral codes does not care for the false words of hope generated like meaningless marketing campaigns destined for the toilet of the future…’
out of Context;
‘we speak with mouths sewn shut when spoken to, tongues cursed as the words leave our lips, and we give into those heartless tricks the vital energy that sparks this sudden burst of life sprayed all over the six walls forming the cells and our hallowed halls of power in cycles gone wrong… the cursed are ruling the world, and making our lifeforms into sufferers as sacrificial lambs delivered to the evil to further their own ends through betrayal and manipulations making most of us wish we were extinct, for which there are far too many words to write Here to convey the point without too many glaring-eyed stares eating and suckling for a taste of my wares…’
out of Context;
‘a decent life that can keep the living things within from rotting competence of the short-term traditions that retain this horribly redundant cycle of mistakes, the rulers know even less than they used to because of the defensive productivity of the militaristic mind at work trying to hold all information in a protected slot where only specifically neutral visitors may see the relics from a political future untold, and in this dystopia we are a limited people indeed with merely the illusion of freedom to make us happy with what we have got even though it isn’t much at all… the cloak-and-dagger governments want to close the box on this section of humanity where the gutter ends, having spent their entire lives under obvious guise of a human appearance sheltered from understanding the inhumane imbalance…’
out of Context;
‘ however, our pure resistance to the exploitation is not the only consistent piece of affliction that we seem to commiserate around a campfire heat at night, and everything appears hunky-dory when the break of dawn comes to enlighten the masses again from east to west as another revolution winds ’round and under our cultural belt… the mishap is that we trust implicitly that weaver at work on the cosmic tapestry, and what if we are a nanotechnology from another eon going deeper (through astral, etheric and material layers) as we ride the rest of that silver thread down into the pits of hell and back, as though a floating and dynamic bungee yo-yo fluctuating information along its route as carrier accelerating evenly between opposing realms as in a grand array of all dichotomies at once…’
out of Context;
‘forces trying to push culture in narrowed dimensions wishing only to steal this vital essence to replace it with obedience from the mechanical animals left in the wake of this progression… we are idiots for not seeing the threat right before our very eyes and ears as we try to placate ourselves with worry and concern because everything is so confusing all the time, but we are beings imbued with a quaint potential adaptability meant to make order out of the chaos we receive Here as creatures first and humans last, the strangely tormented bliss in trying to keep a straight line in-between all the dualistic qualities manifested in this bizarre and brutal jungle setting…’
out of Context;
‘the throngs eat shit because survival is not for the fittest or even the weakest, for there would have to be a much more subtle and insidious greatest common denominator to link us as one species, but my question is more built in a curiosity whether to consider the human with other animals… the human has embodied a representative feature for the neanderthal in its growth as much as the alien humanoid with the vast future potential found in the science fiction stories of human creation, all unique worlds holographically projected into the ether from within the mass of matter and space that could be otherwise known to be the brain, and its organic circuitry works in collaboration with the sensitive membranes and receptors that enmesh to create the organic portal…’
out of Context;
‘i have no respect to share with others my vision out of fear of corruption by estranged ideas of capitalist motivations that are not my own… fearing a lack of vision, i am stupefied by my lack of motivation, and now the person i thought i loved is being pushed around by my emotions even as we both try to collect our bearings… now we are merely roommates trying to figure out where we stand with one another in light of opposing directions of growth, but we had known this for some time now and were trying to rearrange elements that were getting in the way of being human to each other, a lesson however which i have failed to interpret accurately and retain to progress the well-being of at least a friendship between us…’
out of Context;
‘the venue and parking were abominable because of the faux wealthy atmosphere of the area, we were getting in just as the first headliner was finishing their set and standing in line for beer to cope with the stress of the driving just before, but i couldn’t let go of my angst and upset feelings just like the child i am even though she was sorry for getting so terribly furious with my behavior… i was being the selfish creep all night until the beer hit all the right spots after almost half an hour to forty-five minute wait, with the outdoor freshness getting more dense with each spliff lit up in excited relay of commemoration for the good time shared by everyone else but me…’
out of Context;
‘nervous and self-consciously aware before we fall to sleep in this dreamy anti-wake state… where the words contort into the springboard from which all this anti-matter spits is the wealth of a collective area of consciousness residing above where the heart sits, the visceral mind wishes to know the means to the end by moving as may pieces of the clueless fauna left wandering around with their plans, but at any time the summons can be made and the voices of gods will be loud and pleading for a new kind of change in the world… one that perhaps takes us back into the distance of the past from a very real point of vantage that will remain undisturbed in light of humanity’s dramatic twists and turns…’
out of Context;
‘the changing of time and space for everyone involved… what remains of this flower’s power once the petals have all wilted to the floor out of a deathly bloom inspired by paranoia and gloom as the world goes dark and dim with the light that it had from within, the people are jaded and tightening their loads against their beds to prepare for the burning that will take place then, and the fires will not stop until the useless are cut off from the rest of those sorry examples reinforcing the lessons humanity has spent to learn for itself truth in its human words… liars in their livelihood sociopathic of intent exclaim grand gestures of perilous moral flavor to gather the distraught and disturbed to their feet, with the talk becoming that of esteem for the creeps…’