out of Context;
‘the damage is caused then cleaned up like nothing had ever happened in the first place with deceiving seeds seated at the start of a dysfunction made real in consequence to deal with for many of these as generations to come bleeding through like light shown through a prism… the separate strands of colors our selves drip down to pool at our feet like a worshipful tribe to imbibe for our approval the gist and the jism of the situation presented before us, many of us caught up in following our bliss that we do not ever seem to see the other side as terror ablyss to contradict our needs and desires from the manifest as a simple investing in ourselves, but curious if we hear our hearts why fear our fearts?…’
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‘left with a helpless jobbery robbing us of our dignity instinct for a freedom in distracted boredom without ideas to enslave or escape made tainted by our faith in mindless idiot dismissal of outside integers compliment to bans and taboos as which can traumatize and confuse our movements, dropping jobbies upon the lawn of any elitist sociopathic blight screwing our ears closed to other truths via the mind-wiping urge designated progress by some affluent side of vying to understand this human plague any further by torturing and then starving the creative impulse through opportunistic ides of mechanism turned modern profits in murderous attempts at gaining played, and the jobsworth fools with their petty wits wrapped around themselves in vicious defensive stance…’
out of Context;
‘worming through shit to reach a higher plateau as weight and pressure inflict themselves upon a creatures’ physiology embedded within the expanse of the macrocosm trying to pry away and to force every single microcosm to be digested remarked upon and defined by itself and responsible of consequences as a living memory as the Self embodied is as this, worm turns conqueror or snake as ouroboros of our lifeline determined Now as the singularity represented by each one of us in the out there as beasts manipulated by our own atavism through the learned traditions, and their slanted biases over our eyes…’
out of Context;
‘to wield change for enlightenment like scripture of feats to socially assume the roles we play to fit like twelve ignorant apostles seated around your jesus christ waiting to die while the depicted supper seems to last forever… questioning whether we can ever make respectful appeal to the spirits that lurk just inside of what we consider ‘food’ no matter how diverse and strange the range may be to those who don’t give even a second thought to or respect for the novel flavors just outside of the experience gained to be retained and savored…’
out of Context;
‘pleased as pigs in shit when hells’ fury can transfer the energy to another pursuit altogether inert before striving heroically for the win convincing us to conquest for our owned versions of the golden holy truth as guardian to assuage our restless fears… sacred are the scared in trying to play the meek role while the courageous stain the world with blood vying to gain as control is reverence to their doctrines which praise hate and a separation of faiths even when the truth would seem otherwise to this ideal standard…’
out of Context;
‘to look forward to in this present existence with many a vague mystery in mind to evoke a new future where no more do we need to insult each other, where the awkward sting of a verbal missile fired off from the mouth of idiots leaves no other scar than a busted gut from laughter instead a slaughtering salvo to which clears the room of positive spirits, but we are always developing our personal skills as people interacting with people in the social circuit running deeply which is why it is ludicrous to think that these negative projections can go on much longer without awareness of their devastating impact…’
out of Context;
‘the oppression shows us the truth in our flaws beyond which we never seem to look around for any better ways to embrace each other’s viewpoints minus the judgmental facial expressions ensnared in the grips of the social nexus where everyone is suspect in the midst of their own equal rights to things as we all are subject to this slip of the tongue with each slur or disturbed word dropped like a hint to the rest of the puzzle within, but this sleepy pursuit for a freed mind is one thing though the truth can sometimes lead us individually toward another route altogether without looking forward long enough to see what lies beyond the horizon split by the shadows and silhouettes of nature and all that humanity has interjected into the untouched…’
out of Context;
‘the edge of all our times, superior ideas lured from statistical averages used to deepen the separation as dismissal and violence are vital in assimilating by strangulation the culture from the people who support and create all material value within as manifested from ages past and those yet to arrive by virtue of the need to survive in this vapid cruelty maintained as certainty with vicious absolutes ruling over the cowards subdued, but yielding not to honesty or love but to the harsh lines drawn out and consequences long listing the slightest infraction to chart this hellish state described as necessary struggle for which we all seem to give in something that affects our abilities as people relatively scraping by at the base line barely human being always questioning life…’
out of Context;
‘sharing ideas between spaces of loss and laziness while at the same time finding an inspiration to fly away from the burning sun turning into the shadows to glimpse another sight of the dark heart the soul tries to hide in code like anachronistic nursery rhymes cursing us with their blind subconscious impetus, yet we might try to force control for at least a little while living in these holy shells chosen ammunition of the gods who know no better than to fuck with our morals and our laws by instilling layered meanings into the virtues we seek to stabilize and defy the random chaos writhing all throughout this fragmented of a psycho-social display of dominance, and frying the nervous side of a physical mind…’
out of Context;
‘something animated through the detritus we conceive of to produce to somehow tuck us into the place where this space/ time riddle conflicts in distracted path, and can the altered fates this animal of Man whose protrusive curious demeanor means curiosity in urge to conquer ridiculous fears and those apprehensions that try to eat the solo self taken as granted in a universe as full of fellow conquests debated and razed through the ages paid in the wages of sin and a lust for life and terror for mistakes made wading waste-deep in the excrement of the past…’