out of Context;
‘left to our own devices to understand the old universe in its’ immensity as it utterly shifts with internal change ever-constantly to shape us and the progress of life and consciousness on more than just our world, and i see the name i was born into with the parental clones manipulating sets of genes they’ve both worn out their welcome to control as juvenile rebellion pushes me to show them just how much i am not like their flawed beliefs or perceptions by taking a new name and making those decisions that reveal a grown child still buried under whatever expectations adulthood has made sane to us…’
out of Context;
‘pushing all the timid clones along to meet the cliff’s edge where true satisfactory testing begins with the leap of faith to trust yourself that this isn’t going to be the absolute end finishing off everyone who did not pass the first time through, but still your beating heart for one more cautious moment to see who you are that you are not a mere living machine meant for hard labor while the rest of humanity teases oodles of commodities from your worth and value as attempt to be more than the animal…’
out of Context;
‘preference for a chosen responsibility instead of ones handed to us to be stretched like a tool sometimes abused by the system considered mild treatment for what it is said “we get what we deserve” as little compensation for any pain or loss contradicting the ideal of a ‘greater good’ floating about like a god as some ethereal judge or supervisor attempting to correct all visions into one endless goal which might not exist if it weren’t for the assembly of these people contributing all the blood sweat and tears they have to this bitter competition-based religion worst of all yet… motion make believing, mocking, or stubborn hatred for the unknown Other can create an insular and impotent posture for one who would react as though their viewpoint is THE ideal…’
out of Context;
‘the subtle rage builds up as does the tension within this cage that has been pushed as sage advice when the reality promotes more ire and frustration as the minutes keep ticking away as it cranks up the suspense that people are sensitive to when the social menace lays its’ hands on you too, and it will then move as you sight the beast for yourself wondering where it ever came from within this natural modern world under the false impression that innocence is some benign ideal expressed by those with lost yet lingering youth… dowsing for a living faith…’
out of Context;
‘the momentum from this haste of mob mentality that strikes distaste in those mouths caught screaming on the way down as though they could not have ever fathomed a force to pull them over the edge into an ablyss (blissful nothing; the bliss attained by ignorance) from which no one can be torn back from whole because of the ever-involving nature of this swirling locomotion…’
out of Context;
‘the cycles have guided us toward the atmosphere Here, but it is as the skin is finally being pulled up over the bones for a fashionable birth that reality ultimately gives way to the newest of arrivals as space and time warp to allow this entrance to occur… a breach of screeching winnowing outward projection easily it teases doubts where none but confidence in total were steel mantras pushing this forward momentum to further reinforce hoping for the nude beginning again, and it is these layers leading to trial and err that speech staggers along in the wake of a futile explanation for anything but abstraction describing of action made to control and fasten the next thing to the next one in line dropping out of the same chutes as the rest of us, rebelling…’
out of Context;
‘a bullet in the head as more complex communication of catastrophe to each remote viewer in the distance witnessing the waste collecting as though dead flakes in the dust shed and blowing with boring winds carving caves from mistaken veneer of merely rocks and surface terrain that humans would have as beings as paved of a skin and blood, and frightening the massive that pulses with raving frenzy to shock and cause harm to this vapid system that carries us and our souls as sour parasitic eggs on its back trying to crawl away with the cursed obligation to whatever this spastic machine attempting an unwieldy fusion of time and space for all of us to inhabit as we would somehow find loyalty for our family or any other relation…’
out of Context;
‘gathered together to construct a picture of what a real civilization could be with the possibility to do more once becoming a fully aware and consciously responsible person that millennia ago were simpering fools of a prehistoric persuasion that didn’t ever know any better than the violence we collaborate and make deals with now in desperate urges to sway the fingers of time back to the beginning with this expanded understanding intact, but this machine doesn’t work like that in this near-dawning age siphoning the dark we have originally witnessed ourselves to be transmuted and transmogrified into the emotional gold our souls…’
out of Context;
‘the deranged sits cranked up with volumes of visions intent in their separate planned schisms manifesting division between all of the senses as they flux and flow with the tensions affixed naturally within people, the sole inhabitant of the head once death has pulled the spirit from this vessel now spent from the voyage from this previous life living casually as though nothing else were going on in the cosmos except for themselves, but not necessarily a world as inhabited by the curious opportunist even though there are many scrambling for survival in taking all the pieces of the pie-eyed dream for their individual hoards…’
out of Context;
‘the essence of what we truly ever wanted in these individual chases for some better conclusions, my multiple meaning phrases summon themselves through me as though i were channelling electric spirits like a radio or television or logging into a vast majesty inside the digital universe discovered behind these cold flat screens as they filter our wishes through to be visible in this reality, and the windows makes for a good moniker in branding 100th monkeys out of all of us as we wait in line to buy the software and all of its updates rabid with enthusiasm at this modern wonder…’