out of Context;
‘all modes of functional reality are the people defined as raw bytes of data by those lacking a humanity to call their own… a stupid mistake that will erase the decades of cover-ups and manipulation to promote the contrary as the opportunists flock to be flogged and tortured by their own ignorance, when one looks into the reflective face of the other it is not always guaranteed pleasantness will stare back, and in fact the complete opposite almost always holds true as the witness takes a moment to define themselves by features alone… all of them come together at this one point in time…’
out of Context;
‘the beast we are hides its’ grudges deep within a wilderness so primordial before the soul became a spiritual thing… the animal from within is now the fiction where once the civilized attempt was nothing more than a fancy dress, a Victorian myth that merely glossed over the surface while the rest of the creatures followed in line for the very same gimmick, and all this before such things as civic duty and moral foundations to build a structure into faith that might resonate with the more sensible among us as we are all tugged into that vacuum of hell…’
out of Context;
‘constantly expressing themselves all the time whether this makes more chaos or puts a box around the chaos is left to the observer Here, but to constrain the world by one deathly grip of everything no matter how vague just out of superstition is an extremist viewpoint as much as it is as valid on its own merits of plausibility… myth is the guide through story, words arranged in such a way as to visualize the worlds under the radar of this constant conscious processing as censor interjecting the tyranny of fear into so many lives because only a handful of people feel they have the right of control, and that means the right to force their words upon us as definition and weapon against the systems of the individual…’
out of Context;
‘awareness for logical conclusions to which would naturally allow the stable ideas of liberty that can bring most of us together instead of driving ourselves apart… the mechanical lust that has forced our hand to throw down the gauntlet in protection of the raping machine as the faceless progress rolling over a humane organism whose corpse need not appear dead at all Here even as the chrome and wires and circuits raise hell all over the flesh like a bad scene from Superman III perhaps, an aw-shucks-to-position oneself condemning the more protozoan of us to death everlasting in a very base assessment of pure logic and absolution by riddle, but my thoughts and words are merely conjecture until proven as otherwise or until fear has pried loose the truth from cold dead hands…’
out of Context;
‘in this stylized inner circle jerk… still locked within grasp of the Opportunity expecting so much when it may finally come with less than that expected, yet we might keep the idea intact in our minds that this is what we really want whether it means sacrifice or not, and we are much too willing to sell away our lives for the jingling change that might be an extreme windfall of faithless science projecting success in through our odd fears… we desire faith in its most certain of forms so as to transcend the fool that all of our inner children are made out to be by the savage re-calibration system that takes place in the futile society of today to our mutual chagrin, not enough funding as the corporate beasts sucking the common wealth…’
out of Context;
‘we must yield, the Man states in an unsettling way, to the mischief of the Muse who laughs at us through the mirror of our dreams as though to provoke a particular reaction from the empty space looking back at us when we turn our heads into the outward direction… away we are drawn through the mists that the Man’s finger points, into the trees with make-believed humane interest as he does this to the hordes of a human idealism that has left dust and waste in the tracks of this beastly fake of humanoid tastes whose raw animal place has grown out from the earthen crust itself only having bored of the horizontal plane of unfathomable fictitious legends on parade from age to age as locked in a maze never opening to an end…’
out of Context;
‘we get furious with the most passionate of ill-logic at the surface of our thoughts if we were to choose fight as opposed to flight when faced with the deadliest of challenge where our lives hinge on success, though the mind of success can make one suffer a hubris that ingrains in the immediate psychology an idea of invincibility that would convince the thinker of their prowess… very few of us are exceptional hunters anymore except through the use of rules as a simulation, but whether to simulate the natural “laws” or play at seeming like gods with people to back any amount of legal paperwork that clogs the system as it stands is just as bad a monkey-wrenching goon as any stinky hippie sleeping on a lawn somewhere… it is quite difficult for us…’
out of Context;
‘we are the living proof of mystery that there are even still mysteries to discover… there were mysteries that were never meant to be solved as there were no forms of detective then as our modern role today has made popular the invasive act of objectionable objectivity that has become trademarked as another grotesque form of entertainment anymore as televised over our mutually exclusive wavelengths of programming as they compete to make us the absolute model of the malleable consumer locked in a world of greed and want, the distortions of desirous ego as it tries to realize what it is…’
out of Context;
‘behind a mask of observation decked out in their finest threads that make no real sense except in the most archaic ways that distract away from the actuality that manifests as unmistaken reality present in every single being in the out there that ever was including myself, but i digress as we are never so limited to the roles that are inflicted upon us in annoying judgments and ignorant calls for explanation when the act is art defining itself, the parameters of the human mind are far too deep to be a simple exploration for anyone else to just automatically “get” as though understanding were simple to obtain as utilitarian tool for the mind…’
out of Context;
‘the flesh can make one appear as wholly unbelievable in this rather banal explanation for worldly examples that defy in any obvious place the greater assemblage of parts and particles as loose structure of we beliefs that reject being dismissed, and instead venturing forth untarried (read; not anchored) by the material gravity made real by the consuming wedge that drives itself deep into the living psyche where the raw information is snatched by an organic ‘what’ technology lodged in the human body… we are all pilots “flying” together in unison unaware of each other through sheer anonymous window glass transparent when the glare doesn’t strike just the right angle with its blast of the bright shine as we the many passengers inside of this vessel wince at the stabbing knife of light launching itself into their dark…’