out of Context;
‘the throngs eat shit because survival is not for the fittest or even the weakest, for there would have to be a much more subtle and insidious greatest common denominator to link us as one species, but my question is more built in a curiosity whether to consider the human with other animals… the human has embodied a representative feature for the neanderthal in its growth as much as the alien humanoid with the vast future potential found in the science fiction stories of human creation, all unique worlds holographically projected into the ether from within the mass of matter and space that could be otherwise known to be the brain, and its organic circuitry works in collaboration with the sensitive membranes and receptors that enmesh to create the organic portal…’
out of Context;
‘those like myself in the majority fighting against the crimes of the culture that birth inhumane practices to subdue the human animal in the actualization of a real human potential, or the creation of the individual destiny manifested without harsher than imagined consequences of action, we are raised in ongoing mutiny of social structures to either become a piece in the immense nomenclature of this flawed whirligig perpetual motion (read: moron) machine spitting out more fools and charlatans as an antidote and catalyst to enact the new and innovative use of extremes…. or the human can accept only the personal locomotion that makes their own world move…’
out of Context;
‘egg cracked open for this particular dish that has become something quaking just below the sliding motion that the others are predisposed to as they might slide back into the abyss when they are done with these holographic forms marked as human beings, and mass production profile defiled for corrupt tone of efficient waiting scheme as the few ever awake as they should in order to fully interact with their aspect of reality… it seems as though this world might want us to leave at some point in the near future futility of our space, the human aliens want to fully control this suburb of the cosmos with their intellectual decrees of faith and harmony while the reckless multitude are wishing for utter freedom from rules…’
out of Context;
‘inhabiting a positive disguise while walking in the midst of these losers collected Here like monsters herded and waiting to be destroyed, a lonely display for those millions of cells and souls to recollect into some other functional being as yet another avatar and instrument of the heavens, and allowing us to roam like unfiltered water or wandering cattle each with a potential to fill the airwaves with utter bliss or unerring stupidity… at whatever point, though, we can be chosen for something other than ourselves at a time when we least expect it to be true even among the other emotional beings Here… we are captured of our own weak-wiled survivor of oblivious reasons, as testing vessels for all manner of new wisdoms…’
out of Context;
‘some people fit the role of the parent, but many others just breed to get the sexual satisfaction out of their systems, while a few others take themselves out of the procreative loop that our flesh invokes once we reach maturity… does nature evolve along with its inhabitants?… people in business get too complacent when things go right, thinking they will always go correctly, and the boss gets just as deluded as anyone else underneath their power in the hierarchical blame game… whosoever fucks up first becomes the pet scapegoat for the rest of the group, but only inasmuch as that person become a pariah or ostracized by the group…’
out of Context;
‘we allow ourselves to be pushed down out of false courtesy and excuses made in favor the ones to whom it has been revealed certain opportunities that come with a price, but how do they realize the repercussions of their actions until it is too late to change the pathways and circuits that store and replay the ornate works pulled from this primordial repository time and again as civilization worms its way into taking control too seriously, wherein which another collapse occurs to reset this devastating quality that humanity has cultivated in its own backyard… quite an interesting twist in the oblivious states of awareness that we all seem willing to participate in with others as though it were some kind of petty game to play until the end…’
out of Context;
‘the retrolink jerking-off in the sinking grave god gave him, at last trying to reveal a past some sense of the spectral anchor, but fighting back the mortal yearn for connection seems antithetical to the human condition… may the false fates first move out of the skeletal antechamber that is my head, to grasp another possible belief in reality fostered by the words and truths of other people in relatively similar situations, but always under the generally upheld auspice of the human being… an organism both mammal and lizard, as the hot courses against the cold in rivers within the soul…’
out of Context;
‘was there ever really anything left?… or was it all just a series of facts?… the poetry translated through a tormented scripture… no, just the repressed buttons and switches and levers that resist the finger, we down play the mutant suffering motherfucker unaware…’
Skinny Puppy…Velvet Acid Christ…Mindless Self Indulgence…
Who are they, what are they, and what do they mean to me?
