out of Context;
‘the subject of this particular rejection, we see the movement on for one obnoxious concept to the next in a degenerating procedure meant for very few humans in the near future who will approve of the speeches made Here… the milked glandular problems of the mental ferocity thinking on the dead awake and screaming, but we will have none of it in this life we are living as though we have never lived before this which i feel is false to forgive in this plastic test tube of a system, an organic and sloppy portal wet and dreaming of somewhere to stick it in with all the rhetoric laid like bricks against this wall i have built with bitter strength with my own hands in the dark…’
out of Context;
‘the root of the proposed family tree… genetic information mutates as the people adapt to changes in the physical environment, we are still working through an animal vessel no matter how synonymous with the being of human this beast has become to represent the experience of humanity, and it is this bland acceptance that has dragged out the debates begun timeless eons ago with some of our first philosophers pondering upon the questionable place of ego humanity in this cosmos without answer… we might see that the shifting almost mechanical are patterns at work in the vast everything that is, but we are few numbered to truly foresee the advance without bearing down right upon this next step in our recreation, the rest and relaxation being merely a pause on the way to active inclusion…’
out of Context;
‘the innocent are claimed by the ignorant in haste to cull the herd of its tame and unwanted swollen members… the fiends play outright under pious paradigm twist as the truth flies in retreat from this secular thing suckling the being’s spiritual energy out of a greedy lust for life, molesting belief until it molds its own untruth that is built up into a rationalized system as it then begins to establish rules and constrictions to prove and support this alternate reality until a jagged extension cuts up through the unspoken of barriers always at rest until the next one is ready to come in to make personal wishes as fulfilled as possible as long as you realize you always have the capability until you are dead again, but this molested untruth branches and breaks off…’
out of Context;
‘in the guise of religious upheaval promoted by compact media engines of propaganda material value karma, and we can’t even see the truth waving its ample little hands in front of us like the well-trained puppets we are for those of us that have truly succumb to the bath in mainstream hive-mind functionality and efficiency… the irreplaceable motion of energy from all sides of a pressure difficult to really explain accurately without needing some other lengthy discussions about previous terminology, the lifeless jargon of dead worlds collapsing in on themselves as though the whole house of cards were privileged enough to give way in one dramatic swoop of disbelief, but that is never so simply the case inasmuch as we would want to believe otherwise in our ritualistic behaviors to exploit our future concepts…’
out of Context;
‘the unbelief seems more potent, more banal, than the morbid sense of disbelief that pervades the lunatic television culture… that parasite breed like a cockroach crawling sinister things creeping through the yawning maze, it opens out but cannot see its own fate, and the still disastrous results plague the happenstance passers-by when the wasting of years is upon them… this bone machine tamed and conflicted, domesticated…’
out of Context;
‘the reason for the title of this post is because I am taking showers later at night to insure that I can wake up and leave much quicker, but the results are vague at best as yet…’
out of Context;
‘the dirty and nasty traits shot into the culture through society’s veins to affect generations and generations until we defeat ourselves letting those-whom-are-not-to-be to take our places as the cattle…’
out of Context;
‘waving black flags in the distance, signaling to the others that the fray is still yet in motion, and moving to plunder the next method within this tempest of madness…’
out of Context;
‘somewhere deep inside it, the dead, it resides….it abides, but not without a restless air about it…’
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; “Here I stand, alone in the dark;
In the presence of fear, with the casket so near
Come to me, I’m calling to you;
Rise from your tomb, my dead dear
Please…(hear me…)
Please…(touch me…)
Please…(feel me…)
Please…(fuck me…)”
