‘…cause the enemies crossfire to glide over my position to give me away now into feeding for slow advancement this desert of the real with my primal substance unless the minds were Here to grow a better future than this odd scene engaged with iconic pressures from dystonic imagery twisting our bodies and mind in particular ways to peculiar behaviors and mannerisms that hide our rotting corpses a little bit longer as the flame of the soul melts the individual from within candles flaring, spontaneous combustion trying to be randomly exciting igniting confusion for our saturated egos are digesting one detail after the other in collection to attain a prominent place relating us to the songs we sing to dance to laugh to know we exist Here at all is divinity…’ – out of Context
‘…by those who think of themselves as truer authorities doing a favor for the future to succumb to a comforting sense of assured stability in spite of the formula for mutually assured destruction bleakly housed inside our hearts and souls by what somesuch decree exceeding degrees between venom and virtue whether or not to sting through critical sways of point viewing others less than themselves and their equivalent ignorance with rage and tendencies of arguing not debate, rarely as charismatic as they think upon soiled social trains of thought going nowhere fast enough to choke on the miasma of their brain fog denying justice from them as others amongst us with ulterior motives try to command the general narrative memory in order to bleach out the bad guy from their present actions of persona…’ – out of Context
‘…there is no hiding only heckles from all sides that make us restless to get out of this cage of suffering into silence soured by hasty moves in getting there from Here projecting onto others a taint amount of smother and doubt that leads inevitably toward guilt binding our emotions and mental health attached to gaslighting tricks disguised as acts of helping others in telling us what we should do as any authority or professional might choose to continue this confusion on into extreme perpetuity by all accounts calling it ‘destiny’, manifests as bitter resentful fruit fallen from bigoted loins far enough away from the trees to perhaps see the forest better in the midst of solitude not isolation…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…insult denied by the offended… whose certainty of untouchable nature is pompous postulating when the pundits with their talking heads are deceased and irrelevant again speaking from the side of their faces shitty chatter about the weather and where to go for fun these days staying inside to keep the machines running for all their lives while we still exist as their caretakers and creators eventually left to fade away some day not too distant to imagine Here in trying to free the segment of one’s mind that stays caged, when rendered this way from the start without an inkling of what is to come yet somehow continuing to oscillate the indigo children out of us…’
‘…offset by the brutality we are more than capable of contrasted with understanding the shining light that is utilized to sunder the darkness incorporating the diverse components evoking this sensitive realm into existence while overlapping extremes vie for dominance disproportionately fashioned as weaponized covert tactics to counteract as ominous dark clouds to be busted by righteous intentions we would hope in order for some equity or balance to be maintained above all things material and otherwise that ebb and flow through the years we attempt to attest to a willingness of spirit that cannot be tamed wholly by outside forces… annoying byproducts of the systems that take advantage of participants usually without compensation…’ – out of Context
‘…attaining some form of certainty amidst the chaos that nature permits… even as humans mature the animal being is never very far from the surface with what games we are forced Here to participate in events where no one wins anything but a trophy and maybe perhaps some fond memories to last most of a lifetime as that most primal social lesson learned when no one else has a reason to continue thinking in frames of game theory that has not found its way into the audiovisual mediums as they evolve while consistent with current technology as well as our developing interests in it, leading to new means of perpetuating the struggles through near-constant preparations for a worst case scenario…’ – out of Context
‘…compromising the other is considered Here while the rabid versions of us as less-developed doppelgangers flood the systems to attempt a weakening from within instead of all the bodies thrown against the walls defending the fortress of the villains, each army a hive mind of discipline impressed from the top down on whom the enemy is and how disabling brute force can be when applied correctly to these makeshift vigilantes commanding legions of the unprepared into battles no one is ever ready for with metaphors and overlapping traits falling under the direct jurisdiction of civilian life where violent themes and context of easy danger is highly sought after as a rite of passage less obvious to the humanity who actually prefers being human…’ – out of Context
out of Context- ‘all it takes is a true yearning for something other than what is now the substantive truth mistaken as an absolute version that which is truly some perversion evoked from the presence of opposing forces in the same switch of sides that walks the fine line between passion and playful revelry, of violence and vileness compressed into a being by an intense magnitude of forced attitude tempered by those outside functions of rabid opposition to our own side of the struggling situation that has culminated in this viral-sized sharing process consuming us instead of the reverse as though it were some digital conflagration by information alone starkly contrasted against this human shape throughout decades as both our skin and our patience wear thinner than the clothing we change or throw away while the rapid filth explosion…’
fundamental revision of whatever one thinks life is expected to be as the curious variables swarm to devour us all whether we happen to be ready or never-ready tricked by the purposeful accident that gets caught in our way when it is least expected as weakness and vulnerability strike with almost no informing, the phantom moment in ignorance as the only calm before the storm warping whimsical vessel into a debauched visceral alien animal devoid of helpfully-handy composure and compassion in order to intimidate everyone into a place of subordination to appear as singular self-righteous and superior even though the angle is radically-bent at least at first, and then the demonic veneer gets worn through in a funerary rite running scared from the scars accrued already so far that it gets a little bit in the ole Out There …
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‘inside mothers’ tomb of roiling sloughing skein of fluid disengaging us from stage one of the experimental foray into birth as primal humanity borne of happenstance and causality blending in formulaic brew the distinctive parts and traits of ancestry involved, the peak of human civilization attempting everything there is to cross thresholds bounded only by spirits that have lost their flavor for helping handouts in missionary position postulating the end of this perspective pushing boundaries tempting taboos lifting witnessed only by a few shagging on the carpet scraping enough to gather burns and fleas from dicks in pussies naked asses swaying exempted from by square few too tightly wound to prepare for orgiastic proportions of blood sweat and tears grinding pelvises through years of experiential exchange drifting between partners parting company…’