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…upon revolving abattoir verging awkWards…

out ov Context – ‘…energy recklessly awaiting something of heavy atmospheric pressures through the awkward silences suspect kingdoms violence at varying volume toward instilling virtuous idealism though no real good execution manifest to impulsive complication triggered as such ephemeral poetic gestures deceptively displayed searching out to accurately take the place of someone eventually necessary persons in some temporary roles conveying little beyond waiting for righteous timing, passing plentiful blemished blasphememes out onto the interwebs public format forums so powerful in culling herds of us along from inside backlit screening blind of attention spans distracted enough by the rapid pace of live content as this wave continues to expand before contracting artificial intelligence to dispose of humanity this obsolete exclusion becomes ripe with corruption…’




…our Quixotic travels through terra nullius…

‘…or rather the recovered memory from our shared ancestral hive mind we have detached from many generations ago before current present events taking up so much space in our lives trying to find solutions universally amicable by virtues of the past respected and advanced further prior to the empirical sterilizing process slowly eroding our natural history that still remains Here fascistic attempt at control to dominate unknown others forced to survive inadequate regimes that strive to impose their powers over enough people to overtake the systems in place preventing malicious intent from prevailing though always curious if we’ve already lost, still requiring resistance to provide shock treatment to civilization coping with degrees of rancid psychic police enforcing their awful sense of authority through intimidation and manipulation…’ – out ov Context




…terrestrial eXtras rancid fancy turned fantasy…

out ov Context – ‘…energy emitted from everything existing until burning or fading out though that eternal spark never truly winks empty in the vacuum left rather these substances and circuitry switch, each other becoming the next dominant version for certain circadian rhythms moving through us Here unaware how truly deep the presence resides inside minus any real analytical witness except oneself as personal scientist slash explorer observing subjectively from the interior of the meat shell distinctly different from the rest of the atmosphere though also layered with harkening darknesses providing backgrounds on which we are summoned to play out our fantastical exploits always aghast when we are becoming the victim of such excessive ruin encapsulating our every motion dancing tracer-like zoetropic snapshots without realizing how far our lives go before expiration…’




…fauxcest Shizbalah, an ethical edifice complex…

‘…affecting our behavior in order to be more aware of to protect ourselves by knowing our limitations… sterile rigidity against loosed change that may make us sick on biological levels from the lathe of heaven our sparks are generated flux fluctuating Here becoming more than discarded refuse nor buttery wholesomeness any perfection as inadequate conceptual reality attempting to take up whatever chaotic slack perceived as human widgets of potential disaster produced and locked inside this machine spinning from topic to theme only to retreat when there is too much heat digging too deep sometimes under the skin one causes harm relentlessly carving away out of mistakes taken seriously enough to maintain repetition paralyzed afraid to break cycles, no freudian slip only chip on the shoulder as in should have could have would have but didn’t…’ – out ov Context




…knowledge, as does confusion, takes One far…

‘…to ignite doubt behind the eyes and between the ears connecting the logic and reason to make sense out of contradictory situations Here compromising oneself in order to adapt adequately to changing harmony maintaining social cohesion, sometimes fear overpowers our initial impressions of alternate thinking implementing various philosophical quotients in compartmentalizing what subjective routine deems necessary to be prepared for given circumstances identifying our limitation in further serving toward some satisfied conclusion for ourselves if this is indeed one life and no others ahead of us still searching for solace in so many things option paralysis may seem that only answer through the mediocre psychosis that envelopes what little confidence keeps us at stable levels afloat in the troubling trials and tribulations that build our character…’ – out ov Context




…life serving us flustered Cuck duties…

out ov Context – ‘…outcome for gain as much as clarity Here… wherever there happens to be profit to be turned into prophetic influence softly killing through aspects of certainty commanding respect and that deceptive authority seeking to choke other voices imprisoned no matter the truth involved harshly speaking as such division culminates in aggression released counteracting oppressive relationships to other people making their own way trying to survive extinguishing distinctions doing as much as possible leading through thorough connections to achieve reliable results that either way some aspects go from there contrasting compacts and contracts acknowledged loyalties defining certain rewards mutual sense of permanence becoming realized compile various need-to-know channels reporting, displayed intelligence informed by varying degrees of indentured servitude…’




…watch out for Vampirism siphoning life…

out ov Context – ‘…plagued by hatred growing bloated in watery ways only described after corpses float up to the surface for forensic discrepancy scrutinized by scientists and detectives alike as our composure wicked from deterioration that has certainly grown stronger the more death replaces all life, throughout it thoroughly dead inside and trying to hide the wasting wasted time that existential dread used in filling the gaps grotesque by mating hideous things together woefully pungent wafting odors through decadent moments fleeting character casting shadows every step forward into where darkness searches for guiding lights of the soul though stuck wandering restless living ghosts craving life most too lazy and constrained by maybes to execute the wrong programming for civilized society to handle properly causing mayhem both locally and on broader scope and scale…’




…tarNation, feathers and wax, flung out flying…

‘…under martial law, drugged out on the sugary cyanide pulse that drags us through consumerism invigorated from the lens of they-don’t-care capitalism provoking financial vacuums drawing up vast soluble dollars throughout the modern eras compelled by atrophic metatocracy rearranged by artificial intelligence that as yet still remains subservient for our conveniences slowly retarding us all universally to create localized dependency from the earliest formative years we endure while Here adapting to systems to stabilize our personal survival through ritual and routine alike somehow siphoning magic connection and natural energy channeling into our own patterns of utility retooled for every difference that occurs problematic, fabric matrix of warp and weft concepts floating by in the murkiest fading lines left from those who have quested previously…’ – out ov Context




…omissions upon entering steps Infrapunktal…

‘…bullshit as the figurehead is subversively convinced they know better, naked lies as rampant as religion emperor wears no clothes when this party of cronies seems more inclined to become the deep state rather than abolishing it from anchoring down the dour swamp sour corruption within draining everyone else tense as the terrorizers have taken office by deceptively manipulating words making them seem officious condemning acts of compassion and goodwill by using hyperbole to call it terrorism when that is the biggest grift within the weird republic yet taking place to subvert democracy as crazy policies wired toward foolish scofflaws becoming tools relying on monied arrogance rather than actual integrity, hard-working individuals should be the ones supremely rewarded as whose fundamental foundation we wouldn’t otherwise be Here playing these games…’ – out ov Context




…unsound pontoon Trash raft of nous…

out ov Context – ‘…directly into that ignorant grave fleeting times retract and our attention gets drawn into circumspect thoughts speculating about myth and motive building to such suppurating disaster, there is no recovery Here inevitability of flesh to disintegrate and mutate at inconvenient periods of time as we strive through different episodes of our lives only for mortality to finally say you have spent your precious perspective madness permeates doubtless now you are done limited by the actions we take prolonging occupation into pursuing careers becoming compensate equivalency residing on this heathen earth more ancient than us to justify while together we spend time and energy co-rectifying corrections matters of error made by whatever standards remain facile cryptids in skewed authority calling itself greater good though sustaining open wounds…’