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;
‘part of me thinks you have to sacrifice the childish intent within oneself to consume the next level of thought altogether, but again i realize that these concepts are alternating interests that my imagination brings closer into view, sometimes one needs to explain exactly what it is they meant by all that has been said… a person begins to reflect on the inane periods throughout their strange certainty in living appropriately…’
out of Context;
‘I love you all… even if we never visit again this rich and splendid foulmouthed fountain called earth, i will champion this halfbreed attempt at humanity, but only as the ephemeral mood has hit me in the burning candle of life….the incandescence is bright and intense from inside, but once outside the center of the flame, the universe might seem expansive quite objectively to one with the eyes to see it from that distance… where the flame resembles the calescence of our cosmic solar star game, and humanity crawls upon but one planet circling graciously and pseudo-synchronously with the other hulking masses still, waiting and influencing the drama as it begins unfolding through us and the rest of the environment Here… pausiously stepping out with daggers in hand…’
out of Context;
‘boiled to the surface by the heated debate between sources of authority, and movements made in err to be judged harshly in scapegoat willingness to become the wrong one, and swallowing those half-masticated lies force-fed our way by the brain dead despised with rhetoric lives…’
out of Context;
‘a cruel and defiant wild child, the natural world eats its young if they cannot survive the volcanic surface of the tormented moods that percolate to the barren land mass, and a sea in the distance where our toys have gotten a chance to poison the creatures underneath… we submit our world to the same penetrating sickness that we perpetrate upon each other…’
out of Context;
‘my passion is restricting while also being expansive, thus taking my soul with it on a powerful trajectory somewhere, but how can we even begin to think we can fathom that depth to which there is no stone to drop except the self?… now i am Here, self-incriminating and trying to make the most of my dabbled arts, and dying to figure out whether or not this whole shindig is worth it… i have to face my fears, and some may shy away from my particular issues, giving no credence to my own self-respect… these are the self-possessed as much as i am…’
out of Context;
‘how does one think about anything without a trail of vomit to follow from the lips?… the evil animate tricks that wish and guilt trip the rest of the social structure into collapse, but bring your own umbrella as the glass shards rain down into this soft parade charade, the mighty swinging thing that creeps and calls our names from the distance… the restricted wits of the Prometheus bound, a crass metaphor for what could work for intelligence in a world quite this fiendish, as it postures and pounds so hellishly upset of true impotence…’
out of Context;
‘something that also affects how we predict ourselves and what motivates us… that spark that drives the inner forces to externalize, that links the external forces with the internal universe, and the anti-mind and anti-matter combustive presence that evokes changes all the way around through all systems…’
out of Context;
‘compartmentalize the truth into sequences of controlled mob mentality, and create a populace in fear and panic… to stuff it up inside of our pants to make us feel the electrodes used to fry our primal urge to dust, kill the rebellion, and come away richer and more developed than the rest…’
out of Context;
‘the only thing that can be felt without the taint of the corporate terror-stocracy is the person’s own thoughts, which even the manipulators can figure a way around by subtly supplanting the things we see around us into a surreal sense of hopelessness…’