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…garGamaliel killing fields…

‘…vital to resistance residual from the forces that moved through us cycling naturally most times heathen spirits confused with demons of the most malicious stripe but this extreme is by extension unreal manifesting as stereotypical conflict molesting all passengers on board whose opinions raise flags, sunshine blind side effects of the dead laser in the sky scrying through the cryings from souls crystalized values during these trying times like always afflicting us with doubt beholden to ourselves Here inflection of treachery found in paranoia fundamental into whose foundation nests all sorts of unclean manifestations correlative to those disparaging minds always relentlessly wanting to know something more as that is their sole active form of control instability changes us equally as well shaping increments of our cellular sand as organic data restless for answers…’ – out of Context




…problems doing things Polytely…

out of Context – ‘…between stellar conduits unseen but always assembling structure beyond itself no difference holy or dirty because of this density of interdependence within ourselves abilities to connect to other worlds collecting details and data further still breaking our picturesque view of perfection are gloss and gossamer dressings, compared to the vast contrast that recreates us repeatedly Here often with little luxury or fanfare seen until posthumous and serious case of ceasing to exist shriveling into the nothing as background impulse layered in levels throughout conscious pieces of dreaming this massive of a microcosm reflecting synchronous boundaries embodied in parallel circuits of essence including very little sense of itself or any of the parameters conscripting pieces from the larger whole while digging out temporarily pockets of dimensional anonymity our own minds…’




…officious use of Oralgami in ophelimity…

out of Context – ‘…extraneous polarities compelling people in pursuit… requiring meaning or purpose on forward beyond the mists of post-medieval distortion oddly romanticized among dreamers whose dreaming contorts us as sees gather into oceans distinct in their variations once spread out into anonymous massive of vessels walking living upon this heathen earth as it transcends affected states of being no absolutions Here except through words alone granted reprieve for misdeeds mistakenly hastening guillotines of guilt continually dropping about head and neck doubtless forced by oneself to fall and strike suddenly when moves were made to trigger these events from afar even when caught unaware a destiny haphazardly constricting individuals, Here through this mad machine breaking badly whether unholy or not sometimes pieces going crazier in their breakdown before getting any better…’




…flux You waiting…

out of Context – ‘…that sustains us we all become such easy prey in an oversaturated world surging forward unrestrained animals acting in a jagged unison with variable aspects of the hive mind need to protect the royal jelly understood from observing other animals though curious what in the human hive mind equates guessing what captivates willingly our attention Here contradicts ideas conceiving of constructive reality, addicted to contrary behaviors aware of the outcome when we are wrong through hidden mondegreens appear everything like small faces peering out into reality as we observe it leaving pockmarks of the brave souls who choose to light the giant lantern our heads equivalent as we continue charging through streets thoroughly wasted and escaping if temporarily from those lurking real horror shit show side projects trials and tribulations connected collectively called life…’




…gimMimickry…

‘…spent on constructive criticism not destructive conducting symphonies of crass observation and calling it insightful is preposterous dreck from the mouths of lost babes bewildering those not professionally-trained to manage Here the more remote places caught where civilization doesn’t touch because literal dangers lurk trapped in the woods trying to eat you and digest the rest in the gut slowly churning dissolving worms before loosed underneath spilling bilious mass attaching at the roots bloody roots as the rest of this body conforms and conjoins to express itself through our personality walking in and out, modes of safest communication betrayed us submitting our civilization to villains Here trying to play the hero though failing miserably enough to spread the disease around having to deal with their decrepit deceit design and retreat into themselves helpless…’ – out of Context




…spatter day sAints…

out of Context – ‘…interpreting the pathways to their prey through business as usual Here psychopaths sainted and satisfied with themselves acting similar enough to carnivore fish meriting the statement high praise in fact because of how we all wish to be bad asses while refusing to admit that anger unbridled can become a deadly though unwieldy weapon words with lethal accuracy upon emotions no matter how clustered and insensitive the assault mocking the response one receives because only violence knows violence to the blunt force trauma extent leaving bad impressions purposefully damaging thoughts thrust on someone else, the object of affection subdued and affected by the hate speak speaking our language clashing with crazed hackles rising when someone unsympathetic gets it wrong interpreting things hollow and caustic rapid rippling efforts made impotent and reversed in meaning…’




…lost At scene…

out of Context – ‘…executing frenzied still tortuous extractions activated though we can never unsee threats compelled by the sights witnessed to endure haphazardly innocent as ignorant to these things that surround us enmeshing our energies and presence with static analysis of details cataloging and containing the catalytic controversies, Here causing such moments of agony in contrast as ecstasy reduced to contentment in such a critical age that excellence cannot be registered as it once was so effectively with mere technically descriptive accounts in writing laying claim to our thoughts digesting the thinking works of others prior to our compartmental genetic process imparting to parents the gift of children in order to keep the seeds flourishing upon such heathen earth local gods shall reign supreme again in that overwhelming fear made literal…’




…drinking up the Cruel tea…

‘…sides to our features creating monsters from gods once praised before their madness inflicted its infections upon all shapes and sizes in varying states of maturity, no one left out of these natural cycles ostracized when seized by the moment contrasted against others faith keeping them composed and collected though calm is another issue entirely when no one knows what state the cat is in as long as it stays in the bag choking hazardous fears caught in our throats aligning central to losing control and getting nowhere wheeling and dealing to survive by bargaining with entities one cannot see but must believe to perceive in an ocean of lies that show we all float down Here tethered to life and death scarring our discontented minds, apprentice wreaking of havoc spinning bullshit in china shops…’ – out of Context




…semet Ipse…

out of Context – ‘…if agreed sequence of events disallow it, Here few clues are left that have not been presumed interpretative dances to be used for other interests spun out of control just enough to disrupt the flow of energy always collecting charges fetish sized for ease of ingesting personal indiscretion absorbed into routine now though where they go we never know until we do that those first approaches are done one has to climb or crawl to absolve the compromises that have people staying attached in toxic ways to radioactive intensity cleaving off the surface tendencies to breathe autonomic gasps of stifling sterile air no matter how error proof, feeling that how dare we should be Here if we cannot do what personally feels right to us though this solipsistic snare is set in youth and fails…’




…to what fLuxury is this…

‘…harnessed for energy covertly replacing the horsepower guided into place by pressure of your peers scat singing our way through liminal eschatology whose escalation as wielded into tools of ethnomethodology versus sociology, we are not worthy in our secreted excretions seized pleasingly sized to objectify as fetish holding certain mojo about it symbolic of particular peculiar sensitivities some would call mystical in this essence heaven’s lobotomy preaching at us how to live properly via interpretive temporal advocates playing devils wishing to be redeemed by whatever savior we have for the time being justifying our maleficent influences creating tensions between people as though social constructs to be toyed with in sights solipsistic amounting to who we decide to listen to with undivided attention accounting for little as pity party wallowing in psychic wounds…’ – out of Context