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…ill Logic of a damned confounding…

out of Context – ‘…the trip of a lifetime for each of us as a mandatory participation at birth anticipating at worst a case of mistaken clarity as opposed to a responsibility for one’s own actions distracting from what serious issues are at hand investigating the anatomy autonomic ally to the thought process navigating throughout fading scans of an immediate scene disordered by the so random movements of drama Here, and glimpsing unsure sights taken in from variable routes to reckoning getting where we wish to be one with an all-knowing force assuring stable lives for those who readily submit themselves without question when it occurs…’




deLay of the land

out of Context;
‘a wildly entertaining wandering animal whose nature to resemble that of the planet from whom you and i are apart pulled separate by the strange winds winding threads and threats alike to make the most this a tapestry woven over cosmic aeons trying to sweep almost all of our dead references aside as with any other form of so-called debris time yields having been tread upon by all manner of beast and idea incorporating as much of the world into their unified perception of perfections creating a force field which can at times alter the natural degree of acceptance…’




the W hol E…

out of Context;
‘the door of perception opened wide for an understanding in whose quest can cripple even as hardiest of survival adepts dragging in all their own knowledge of harsh and cruel nature an all-encompassing authority over these individual minions and those vast dominions favored by tyrants and terrorists alike… no matter that terrain could subdue undermining your own personal thoughts into control for oneself a breaching of threshold boldly going where no one had sought before re-caged animals as swines and cows are martyrs…’




the holy Leper con

out of Context;
‘spilled those good times into the streets purged snakes writhing stakes claimed to shake loose all those fruits from their trees of ease and a comfort to participate cater to the frenzy of idiot proportions passing heavily from a reveller to the interested energy investitures involved that will haunt us the next days when vaunted overzealous approaches to drinking clears us of sanity to stumble blue and black and blinded by a rough gauntlet…’




a sword-Like process…

out of Context;
‘the struggles never end Here where some would say the sidewalk ends though rainbows thrown afar into the winds that cast rain and storms and it even snows our way sometimes waist deep the further we go as impeded by the cold and ugly and indifferent attitudes as the change in seasons, we reason there are no reasons to go back when the track propels forward out of the darkness into the heart of the light as a diseased metaphor for the belief in an absolute of the infinite resource from which to draw all potential so it may become kinetic no matter what entheogen we take to enter the church of our subconscious motioning all the little sicknesses away because there is no use for us bowing down to weakness as though the only dominant force…’




Lip smack

out of Context;
‘vanish into the horizon line making politeness worthless under the inadequate conditions that breed darkness in us the germs and discomfort that control tries to restore through archaic means that do nothing but save face in the long play of life as a record to take note of the energy and followthrough while the terror at confrontation eats at our consciousness and creates dramatics shifting all people places and things over the course of these unfathomable and ineffable times and events in which we live…’




that Aftermath After Laughs

out of Context;
‘laugh now at the dismissing ways of the ignorant mass stiff with competitive opportunism up its ass like a stick stuck even as this charismatic cystemic infection is in a process of covertly coveting your ass trying to scare you into choosing any sides in a subtle struggle to become dominant, the cruel insulting jokes choking a soft oft-mated companion in cheque by the patterns of chosen games piling up like unwanted discards in a deck before the dealing of hands we are given to raise up to the privilege of our past seeking defensive glances as we soon hold information to which we are privy far too close to our chests to ever read clearly…’




Obscure Not Dead

out of Context;
‘the damage is caused then cleaned up like nothing had ever happened in the first place with deceiving seeds seated at the start of a dysfunction made real in consequence to deal with for many of these as generations to come bleeding through like light shown through a prism… the separate strands of colors our selves drip down to pool at our feet like a worshipful tribe to imbibe for our approval the gist and the jism of the situation presented before us, many of us caught up in following our bliss that we do not ever seem to see the other side as terror ablyss to contradict our needs and desires from the manifest as a simple investing in ourselves, but curious if we hear our hearts why fear our fearts?…’




Occipital Jobe

out of Context;
‘left with a helpless jobbery robbing us of our dignity instinct for a freedom in distracted boredom without ideas to enslave or escape made tainted by our faith in mindless idiot dismissal of outside integers compliment to bans and taboos as which can traumatize and confuse our movements, dropping jobbies upon the lawn of any elitist sociopathic blight screwing our ears closed to other truths via the mind-wiping urge designated progress by some affluent side of vying to understand this human plague any further by torturing and then starving the creative impulse through opportunistic ides of mechanism turned modern profits in murderous attempts at gaining played, and the jobsworth fools with their petty wits wrapped around themselves in vicious defensive stance…’




Life as a letter Bomb

out of Context;
‘symbols and signs littered in every aspect of the human travail building up to aspects which vent the pressures of this human motile machine as animal coming to terms with itself as much as the states of awareness and ego either housed or sheltered within, a body moves in mysterious ways that can only be defined once the act is done and the intellect is left reacting to a force of whatever the collaboration between intuition and instinct to which ends our mind may use reason and logic no matter how ill-conceived to justify any and all of the actions made…’