out of Context;
‘an almost parallel psychic sympathy crossing one personal consciousness over edges of the fictitious and factual blurring lines and perceptive awareness… the psychedelic gap that finds its way into the dialogue because it is an essence vital to the next modern spirit advancing beyond the inhibitions of this last age lost to us through wages of war and secrecy gone against a people’s true willpower as a facet left undisclosed to others wishing to exploit for opportunity this real magic of truth, their agents are trained not to speak in the codes of the majority to distinguish their material power for the others even though it never stops too many from abusing the powers granted to make the person as marked authority figure from then on with current suspicions of corruption igniting remarks…’
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‘minus the data of a misinformation wave that leaks into our modern age of almost total technological assimilation subsuming the casual human in all their luxury into the meat of the system merely by the interactivity central to this our storming force pushing into the digital, where this everything takes on a novel appearance to those novice to the digital world set in motion and constantly moving even in those long gaps of time that we seem to inhabit fully as the animal of humanity soon becoming aware…’
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‘shared but unseen as it exists in those darkest of the malefic reaches where a malfunction of a mind and body inhabit the similar space as that emotional form shaped by fluctuating patterns of those wildly mutating and interspersed in-between other senses surrounding the human being, acts of doing as much with our short time Here as is capable for one person suffering dry heaves from a holy mal de mer…’
out of Context;
‘the soul and its driving engine inside this machine trying to understand the degrading of the dream into this nonsense of reality as material destination Here amidst the flocking horde, a worshipful diatribe against we are found within like an egg to be hatched free to release the creature that later dies as random effect of time and space as detail to another puzzling picture put together wrong through the eyes of a preacher taking steps as the many others before him have to cater their interpretation of the biblical proportions to suit what their deluded ideas of a greater good is whether a heart is in the right place makes no difference…’
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‘in far too many ages before we even have reached this place, and we are Here much like any comet or comment projected out aloud as clouded idea allowed to escape into this vacant space incarnation within conscious range of a feasible continuum taken in as supposed incarceration where the vast amounts of labor are subconsciously subdued by the system in authority constantly trying to divine efficiency from the hordes of the human condition held so captive by a craze to be the best of these cast-off clones…’
out of Context;
‘bleak banality shining as artificial light down upon the face to be identified in your place, police state takes the names right where you stand to be blamed for the crimes you didn’t commit while the faith of the public starts to sway against your favor as creeps crawl out from a woodwork to congratulate you on a dirty deed well-done even in the face of real innocence to convince of these things they say, but you always are the one with the option of the ‘give-in’ where you surrender and purely trust the cosmic whim to assert the truth of the matter whether odds stack against you or not by official decree…’
out of Context;
‘through this emotional vessel as the night drags day out of its cold cocoon to reignite in the mourning ritual as the phoenix rising from the ashes whether bird of prey or sent flying as the withering egg finally leaves nothing but rich growth in the flaming wake, and society made of stone and steel remains as a skeletal wasteland to turn into tomb transformed into a womb for the rest of the world and its next denizens crawling inside the space betwixt as the swirling orbit comes to rest bounded at all ends by the gods’ suture which fails to mend…’
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‘the deviant in nature is not necessarily the villain to be quashed and condemned by the majority of simple minds as humanity in charge of security even though very few are capable to see the about-face that the greater governing authority tells us is right, but to glimpse through the glaze of subterfuge is a keen skill to possess in the nights and days of surviving this game that resembles living free but is truthfully a disguise of mind to hide us from enlightenment from inside, where the wild things are…’
out of Context;
‘the odd looping surge to one’s own practical version of reality while syphoning the negative affliction out of the wounds for its’ own good, to learn by experience and not just in hearing about it second-hand from some street thugs or goons who never wanted to know any better except by jumping straight into the fire, and not as though all of these ridiculous conversations about filth and doom and the endings that we prophesied soon how they were going to subsume the world with all of our worst traits… just as the idea of a roaring hot blaze is expected in the fireplace…’
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‘seen through mismanaged pausing and waiting while the queue grows longer, and much like the lengthy snaking thing it is the skin of people shed one individuated cell after another as the lifetime has popped its own bubble for each growing being born Here of all places… the center of this disease which we have become very comfortable with each other continuing to blame all tomorrow’s parties for the idealized symptoms of today as it lurches…’