‘…rough breathing suggests a challenge defeated by those forced to give up one at a time as that drowning choking entity in seize of suffering not knowing what to do next by having to face my fears in the ways musical harmonious with how one doing might perceive those credentials to become truly human instead of some contradictory asshole whose only delight seems to be what keeps disappointing others as though a pushing motion of the mind’s eye by threatening turmoil in seeking answers of darkness that may lay too far outside the range of shining, out from of our personal lighthouse whose illumination guides these vessels back to wherever home happens to be for beings of light no matter how muted by the filth of humanity snuffing out or we kill the flame…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…because of the matters of fact and levels of decay that leaves a crust over everything Here dust of dead skin cells swirling loosely across the plains in a painful recollection of detail certain that is where we will return once tired of the physical burn driving madness into our hearts, objecting to our happiness or sweeter moments as it objectifies the memories to distort and betray the personal honesty that tries to display itself in a saving grace meant to replace the negative feelings one cannot escape but can make friends with instead of an all or nothing readiness to view what variables with vicious criticism interpreting the fragile dance as a waste of time and effort aside from the sacrifice made to be accepted in a hostile environment where illusions abound…’
‘…communication that doesn’t fit or hit some animalistic core of the corporeal forms carrying these attitudes wherever willing to go as aspects of self encountered when least expecting of something other upon the ephemeral periphery correlating perhaps to a sunset on the horizon cheapened cliches as beautiful art over the ages we have lived and keep living surging ahead through heavy meditations contemplating this machine and how it moves vacillating a stark contrast between efficiency and sheer mayhem causing mutations of variables to extend Here in intimate immediacy of moments as they inevitably pass, through us plunging the depths where we never crept until beckoned by the spirit that shades the indefinable labelled as a soul leading us to understand less through blind acceptance than a thorough embrace of all things we cannot control…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…enough to see money murder everybody except those with enough of a something to receive the honor of a forewarning or fair treatment after being flung into the pit obsessed with the horrid details as they encapsulate the universal terror into randomized sound bits whose echoes constantly bounce off the walls to conflict and contradict one another against each other further making this chaos recycling constants perceived to generate sequences without immediate remedy too frequently that it leaves its own scars floating in the Out There as unseen whip of ether snapping inside of our minds… triggering hideous effects on the general populace handicapping our urge for flinging affairs of a serene nature that we idealized so much because it is a territory outside the human heart where external forces push and tug us around…’
‘…the argument by gurus throwing out their shamanic panic as the feng shui shuriken projected to attack the sensibilities of the victim suddenly waylaid and knocked down by the grips of something even further outside realms of implacable gods that monitor the wiles and whims of cultural manifestations that utilize very little information to strive forward as though correct in the assimilation of other civilizations by force or forces that undermine the qualities of cultures other than our own taken as granted sources of our uniquest qualities that automatically qualify us for acceptance unless we are submitted to walking, that fine line that forgets the humans treading a lost pathway some might dread daring to say leading nowhere nullifies passage of thoughts foreign in general that don’t belong to us…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…exist in perpetuity without question sometimes for too long that those elements decide in their own time to bubble up to the surface or can assault by applying pressure to wonkeymensch the systems in place, because sabotage is the name of some people’s game remaining Here long after they have left us with this mortal coil as profound tributaries of power and wealth wrap around worldwide international sort their ways through the morass as we continue to pillage ourselves for deeper resources than we have been led to believe so easily in our youth trained and ingrained to perform as a useful commodity dancing on the edge of flailing bits of sense that life makes incensing us with incendiary devices used to provoke promote and disparage the outcome of overcoming to such extent it fails…’
out of Context – ‘…bodies we inhabit for a time inspiring our minds with perception and imagination as magical founts from within sparked to exist Here seemingly at random waves collapsing into solid forms as humans demanding to be heard much as any other scene of the absurd causing frequencies to decay as the motivation grows limp and listless crawling up into whatever self be considered relentless impulses shared by the many massive qualities humanity alone is privy to as conscious creatures cycling through resources as until then we shall keep reaping nonexistent harvests from the land as memory fades, our lives hinging on remedies from enemies that may never arrive as we thought we knew would be the truth but became false clarity taken as visions or ego gimmicks with which a future could change for the better…’
‘…schemes revealing unseen extremes of ourselves through scenes that delve into what archived meaning can be beheld in that hypnogogic state between thoughts where the language allows us to enthrall ourselves into thinking in cryptic terms of a critical nature as applied to subtle nuance at times dying with our very personal foundations breaking down and digesting signals to appease what a human is capable of in this world through systemic submission of one’s style of living to the outside authority for assessment in trials and tribulations as currently accepted by states in decay sometimes marked too subtly to see without external forces being present aiding re-calibrations of a vital continuity upkeep cycles as they proceed as defined by various methods passing among many civilizations as meanings of terms change captivating attention by extreme distraction…’ – out of Context
‘…the sun is a star of cold dead light that burns our eyes so conflicted by what we have seen and will likely see shed revealing disguises instead of an actual hand behind the curtain leading to rescue from this cesspit strayed voices in the darkest reaches that scream of god as a cold dead light that sends our emotions and intelligence into hypocryphal tensions fricticious extensions stranger than fiction to breakdown and nervously takeover remainders the leftovers of a digestive nature as apocryphal tendencies toward hypocrisy when crisis cannot be avoided much longer through harrowing blight of the metaliminal… spaces within spaces that do not appear as though to take up any space no matter how large the containers can be perceived to be from the inside out allowing a completely different perspective…’ – out of Context
‘…vital parts of self as time wears on critical of our dramatics constrain dynamically by contrary forces from any official sources forward movement manifesting a capable gravity well of souls which powers we exploit are drawn deliberately rejecting sophisticated techniques because of a difficult stigma we all appear smothered with it as chalk outlines marking the restrained bodies Here pained faces have managed to gather as witnesses to the next events whatever they may be affecting are larger scope of traits attesting to humanity being able to further on in their collected journey expecting, and wanting for levity to carriage us all away from our fears and dread to suspend the psychic sacrificing on the cake mad from human blood and bone ashes and guts allowed to coagulate and create an ominous stench…’ – out of Context