out of Context;
‘distracting ourselves with menial displeasures, goddamn the arch-nemesis of the good people, and the uttered disgraces at the truly fundamental foundations forged under false impressions… what starts as an experiment in freedom, which some willing wager never was the original agenda of the forefathers, disintegrates and becomes this fetid and foul smelling killing joke that crushes the spirit of the people that fall hypnotically under sway of its stink… thinking that the disaffected will be repelled by goodwill and hopeful crusades alone is unacceptable…’
out of Context;
‘something dark and extreme rolls down the tracks, the arms of ‘Merica marked with the glory holes stretched to reveal a tight fondness for abuse, and the masters we have allowed to lead us made good use of our fragile minds and emotions for the past four or five decades fundamentally to break down the resistance… however, they never realized that we are more than the sum of the parts, and a truly humane humanity will prevail overall as the hollow and fake fall from their prominent places in society… freedom is the crown to the tree of life…’
out of Context;
‘the cryptic weave of my words act as a micro-fiber-absorber of your worst fears made manifest, and thus i am able to prevent that mental wetness from spilling over into finer decimated amounts through the barrier, this intangible tension that just is somehow aware that we are aware… through this veil, i believe, is where an afterlife might sit if for all intents and purposes my creative mind is not leading me astray Here… this living pulse itself could be where a human hive mind takes place, or perhaps better termed as a ‘miasma’, so as not to confuse it as an alternate dimension or something like that… on the mobius strip Here, we function rather differently than those many other incarnations we might see around us…’
out of Context;
‘an ironic or sarcastic tone will denote that some people are friends in truth, and will stick by their other true friends, while there are also those who have friends and only live for themselves… just different kinds of people Here that’s all, and some have an easier time dealing with this mess than the rest of us, to me the logistics of this shady situation are truly undefined and out of whack… maybe a bitter lesson to learn, but there are few other people trustworthy enough to tell everything to and confide in, these people are elusive beasts indeed with their valuable wealth of positive energy…’
out of Context;
‘there are few catalysts whose resonance rings positive forever… we slowly learn to grasp these elemental forces like straws in a sweaty grip, holding them out to see who goes first in the testing, but we all have to participate at some point or another… as this is apparently our destiny… a self-fulfilling prophecy that takes the heat off any actual innovation…’
out of Context;
‘not enough answers, more like too many of varying diameters of contradictory opinion founded upon opinion, and used as a moral leash by the “chosen” few made up of inbred sons of mad single thread family trees… the involved betraying fundamentalist quotient of ‘let’s fuck this shit up right’ makes me quiver with spite at the attempt even made, a shotgun blast of a metaphor pushing a belief currently possessing the future from the puppet strings of an evocation that invited something smitten with our reality, and how our energies can so easily be diverted for their function and purpose of proposed ideals… the verge of something that we try to breach understanding as it tries to understand us in all our diversity and depth…’
out of Context;
‘to usurp the powers-that-be in order to take the place of the ruling class, but the unconscious pulse of our ancestors breeds deeply through us as we ourselves digest and devour… the mass hysteria eats our brains as we are left trying to make sense of the trends, and the context drys the soft wet tissue that thought requires of us, the materialism of synaptic response allowing us to follow the cravings for cramped trips to another yeast and treats that will retard and sedate our sense of self… harvesting the right time to ride the waves of change…’
out of Context;
‘unlike the rest of your potheads, i have nothing to celebrate this particular holiday this year, but seek and you shall find whatever it is that you might need… where there is a will, there is a way, but you already knew that didn’t you?… so what is common sense for that matter, huh?… constantly accused of needing it to circumvent the stupidity i seem beholden to…’
out of Context;
‘as the wage to meet the slave seems less by degrees that the people have tried to subvert, but the accent of these fiends surrounding the whole parade twists minds just as surely into their greed, flapping and buzzing with satisfaction under their demonic wings… to subvert them as a whole one must begin to subvert the symbols they grant us, sigils of all manner to be displayed against their wicked wiles like stronger crosses and various veves held to keep the wolves and vampires at bay, but within a powerful personal paradigm of belief provoked into being a salve to the withering intents of those sole eaters… ever-devouring hollow beings that come to this earth without a compassionate concern…’
out of Context;
‘more magical of quaint slight connections between artist-music-audience… i feel like we will meet again with the like of these two Kevins in the near phuture, even if it does require the power evoked by new Nny Ppy music roused from the deep, but for now i look forward to the Killing Joke concert in the close-by in the city farther away than Here… maybe fifty dollars will get me a chance to meet them on top of tickets and driving there, and i better have my custom flag ready to give…’