out of Context;
‘dressing up in an isolated and conservative town, if that manner is relative more so to a Victorian appeal as opposed to an athletic or consumer static visage of hypocrisy… top hat and tails are what make the outfit, and dressing down is necessary to blend in with the micro-minded officiators of the general trends among all of these so-called real people… they hate us just as we hate them…’
out of Context;
‘disguised by the blatant misdirection to create an atmosphere of panic and manipulation… the veil designed to eliminate confronting our worst sides of self, made to describe the many things with metaphor and analogy on the other side of this “god wall”, and Here we are still straining and staining the ground to hold us all together…’
out of Context;
‘to give up too quickly is “retard”, or i’m sorry, to be retired… making us no better than any other moron among us, which we are anyway you slice it even if you defend yourself otherwise, and nearly everyone seems utterly blocked by this polarity of spirit… to move too quickly in a direction you wish uses velocity of state to make one numb enough to understand the new information, but polarizes those who have no idea of the range of experience within their vapid opinions based upon other opinion yet still, it seems as though no two ends of the same scaled and visualized spectrum would be able to be connected… however, it is this bizarre attraction between the opposites that literally reacts by pulling their frequencies together…’
out of Context;
‘so rosy on the other side to this madness… you could also lump the male characteristic in with those degrees by a hard sexuality at once aggressive and passive, and this is as most males are devotees to the proof of self, others devoted to the perfection of self no matter what direction that takes one… some pump for muscle, and a few get parts rearranged, the noxious presence of a pursuit for false perfection as skin gets stretched tight over bone… a mismanagement of funds as the old age sets in, handfuls of dirt later into the ground, and Here we are at the foundation to that step…’
out of Context;
‘there are many more sacraments to leave behind without needing to border on retarded this year… becoming a drunken lout only looks good from the inside, but from the outside, you cannot get any shit done in any “sane” way… thanks, saints…’
out of Context;
‘to call this place a hellbox where all the wasted pieces fall, and then taken to be melted together to fill the machine again, to make more phrases with which we speak and chatter together… we still utilize this grotesque adaptation of a system to further plunder and suck from a cruel world…’
out of Context;
‘the buried equivalent through human behavior that they have discovered, that relates to nothing but making the substance in this structure want to conquer things, and speaking as a victim through the viewpoint of an ideal narrowed to make civil the ritual device to recreate culture…’
Let’s consider for a moment he’s right. If this is true there’s no point in anything, which defeats the anticipation all together. Without the goal and more importantly the work and preparation towards making the goal as positive as possible, there’s nothing to anticipate.
my worst traits are always out in the open for others to take witness to, and the flakier the better to distract the thoughtful to a crisper crust level, undoing all prior notion to build something from the ground up.
