‘…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
‘…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
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…’
‘…remain unknown as linked series of chemical reactions within force of nature waiting to mature diligence escape planned not always executed of some kind when the occasion prepared for never comes up continuing to percolate under the surface for art of actual err staring into the future through generations of familial biology to reach personal conclusions about stability, frivolous and rash resistors are liars in wait when barely able to contain the reckless energy that crowds the insides searching for their own symptom or excuse to exploit Here through what may seem like random circumstance though in actuality is something far different than perceived consistently enough to be considered necessity by now while allowed wandering wondering aloud until some dead end is reached perhaps as principle of factor sparsity or law of the vital few…’ – out ov Context
‘…hippie ideals of scientific psychedelic search and rescue compromised and commodified as much codified into our culture mosquitos in amber negative thoughts that cast us all as villains to be cleansed of our sins, struck down by the weight of implied moral substance from the poisonous lips of proprietary blends commenced around daily habits what cannot be unseen even if what remains is fabricated to calibrate differently than what was before its arrival Here aliens taking shape as infants in terrible forms explicit demonological logistics never truly understanding where the next bestial imperialist will be born until it happens again stranger than fiction ye unjustified legacies kill imperiling all those coming forward ever after from this collective myth dreaming into reality at some point ominously close to futures framed time fading away…’ – out ov Context
out ov Context – ‘…their own trajectories projected through the cosmos questioning everything because there are tendencies to seismically shift from stability to psychosis trying to siphon without much sinister repercussion some decent future from this planet or that could summon what good and awful gods forbid to incarnate Here upon heathen earth once again katabasis cataract fashioning toward qualities of rampant condemnation fired in up and off god bullets as harm capsules, taken not shaken or stirred for granted suffering circuitry of tormented citizens evacuating hope for certainty even as we are told otherwise is the truest foundation to harmonious humanity though slowly compressed and compacted until concentrated it is become lucid like dreaming into being livid fluid amniotic consciousness whose final destination remains unknown when shamanic panic strikes…’
out ov Context – ‘…leaping out of the baggage obsessed over semantic civilizations more than romantic ticking time bomb tableau of truth trees growing from logical ashes and rust dressed in dangerous fetters and fetishes dancing around the fires left burning once inspiration was finally ignited further rendering the fat of the land nullified by will of men Here dealing with emotional logic can be far more difficult complex and nuanced than systems of certainty whose spirit remains broken by debt requiring community and humanity rather than those maxims of conquerors having long left this heathen earth to ones with herd mentality, product commodification found fascinating enough to dismiss any interpersonal programming one has undertaken to be better than previous incarnations lacerated by years of tumult as much success that each carve out their pound of flesh…’
‘…chilling details to imprint fear into youth early enough for us to be led by it as though sacrificial lambs and untenable scapegoats meant for modern ritual slaughter Here houses of the holy drenched in blood are more common than genuine feats of the spectacular made without trickery harvesting our attention and emotional investment soaked through using character development and multiplicity of subplots to hook interests on many layers fleshed out by individual interpretations of the story in phases society progressing civilized… shallow trench through atrocious complication though about as painful as pulling teeth when trying to get past all the civil lies and rot toward genuine epiphanies so rare as stop-motion mutilations whose true progression requires time lapse to perceive when we are so deep within systems obviously overlapping Here…’ – out of Context
‘…look as hours change into days offending our sense of continuity if ever anything goes awry that we cannot control, retarding ourselves hardest when we lose it all calm composure and emotional clarity required to make compromised situations better instead of taking advantage of others while they are forced to be open and willing to disaster already persecuted the freaks by those whom think they know better though often this is the one trick pony abused from neglecting maintenance duties eventually succumbing to natural decay used too much it becomes worn out cliche sinister leanings seeming critical supposition of superstitions as stupid unreliable narrative flow that goes askew at some point down the mountain while simultaneously rejecting known for remote, possibilities are endless or what skies disguise the limits we could plausibly achieve…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…intellect objectionable variables floating ready phantasmal orbs deeply embedded glowering as that certainty and stability begin to shift again breaking ground for the greater good obsessed with too many hurt feelings that guilt becomes implied with every leap bound to trip somehow on the words we use to flatline the vocal gravel monotonous cadence telling us these things out loud hypnotize the audience giving up valuable secrets to be used against us because someone trusted was let inside, why hide the rage at feeling ripped off and used being lied to confused frustrated abused one tries to find comfort where possible though you never know until discovery alters whimsy into obnoxious or annoying character as the innocence becomes worn and eroded by experiences surrounded some times smothered by the ambience of danger pushing pressure tense…’