out of Context;
‘leaving us trusting the false idols whose chatter forms a cacophonous mess from which it is quite difficult to discern whether to go or stay, the data is always in flux to feel out the weaknesses and impurities from within, and this action can betray the dense causality surrounding the precarious knowledge of information and the digital age as we go deeper… we embed ourselves in dark territories in order to overcome the harm inflicted by forces out of our control, the more we strike out among our enemies the more respect we naturally harvest from this cruel plateau to which we have succumb, but there are still mysteries that will evade conscious analysis and classification…’
out of Context;
‘few clues to support that we have ever been kept manipulated from the start with legends created to channel our efforts into the pockets of those who would benefit most from that potential energy… we are each avatars of a different meta-species that descends from other realms outside of our own phantasmal scope of rational analysis and focused awareness, we come together in the world of universal flesh with diversity cutting marks into walls as our progress moves further beyond our homes in establishing the human quality, and we are fooled by these suits of skin hiding any true nature underneath this sensitive subjective display of traits… in the act of pursuit for the perfection of qualities among the breeding stock…’
out of Context;
‘fuck the thirteenth as it all seems to stem from somewhere planted deeply from a prehistoric realization of superstition, and people don’t seem to be allowed to recover from mistakes that their ancestors molested into reality, which means that somehow disgrace must be overcome whether by the family or the individual who takes it upon themselves to invest in some manner of change… to displace the unending karma that deeply afflicts us, deflects us from growing into an ‘autonomocracy’ that requires independent streams of thinking unlike this present day new modern flux that fakes a respect for anything besides raw survival and success…’
out of Context;
‘the parts of us teaching the rest how to conform to this bizarre living system our consciousness is housed within, and even our consciousness is made up of so many disparate pieces themselves, the mysteries each stuff their requisites into our minds as given knowledge for a specific purpose… or at least this is how it may seem… the parts and particles of the majority of traits always in the air and always in debate, this world challenges the ideas by making them each prove themselves through the unique facets of the truth they display…’
out of Context;
‘we have been the poor ones overthrown from our own government, and it is we who fault for the upkeep in a weak fundamental richness or clarity, seeking the only known truths in the material verse and verbal stroke of luck in a torrid sphere of fakers and fools… at least three chords is not impossible to follow when utilizing a steady beat that just requires energy, and you are really in business because then all you need are some screamed lyrics or chants, you can either challenge them through atonal murk or through the hardest hooks you can find… the blasphemy of submitting to the corporate world, i.e. learning you have finally sold out…’
out of Context;
‘the beast as we have become straight from the vaginal canal to the surface world in a matter of hours or days depending upon many factors on delivering the child into the world properly, following rules of conduct between mates and extended families in the time period that fuses us into the chance of materialized reality, and from there it is up to the forces around us as well as the resilience we are born with to either SINK or SWIM in the other concentric realities already forged by those who think they know what they are doing…’
out of Context;
‘to confuse and access a very different alignment of facts as food for the digestion of real parts to translate into the fake or imaginary realms implanted for growth like a seed… we spent the previous week in odd anticipation of the event even though it was unconfirmed whether we were to meet the band after the show or not, and it seems that wristbands make the idiots stand out more for their love of gloom-infused darkly poetic music when fellow gathered gothic twats vie for a spot on the coveted ‘meet-and-greet’ line-up, where the lead singer of the group was quoted saying, “…10 minutes. no bullshitting, no stories…”…’
out of Context;
‘we are born into a world where a singular vision and sense of the world are found at opposite ends of the substantial spectrum, as the material world caves in to build itself up into a real impulse of carnation and creation, and it relies upon our never-ending urge to procreate and populate to use us as the great weapon to end an era of misery and mayhem… we feel like a cure needs to be realized to gain footing equal to the landslide we are surfing upon toward the bottom of this queer suspension of disbelief, but maybe if we keep hoping and praying, this will enlighten us all with proof of what we need to drive us…’
out of Context;
‘the moronic pseudo-intellectual, totally ineffectual in general, has triumphed over the multitudes on the twin coasts of shared civilization… the filmstrips from what feels like centuries ago have filtered through some of the eldest generations of us to formulate the consistent patterns that underlay the surface exterior whose reflection dexterously evades certain definition, and though many stare open-mouthed at the wonder that prevails in this now awe inspired whirlwind catastrophe showing us our own distracted message on repeat, point where was there ever a point any more?…’
