‘…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 – ‘…nothing is the only answer and whose only true representative is the very same nobody that it has been for decades now moving into our modern age filled with dictatorial manifestations infested power by investing, energy and focus upon one goal in regards to prevent change in any form from suddenly occurring and triggering the ides of warfare and the unfair tactics that go with them into history or the shadows thereof without stagger and lock step behind every subtle action committed by ulterior motives becoming real if but for a moment that trails on into the archives as mission failed like so many of our video games that give us a handful of lives to lead the repeated acts to glory until bored or tired wanting more out of limited escapes to fit in…’
‘…hearts deeper than that jesus because of their hands at work fixing those broken layers taking token leisure for granted gift but able to be taken back by forces beyond our merely selfish woes whittling us down into creatures, that we can barely recognize Now that we have reached this plethora of auras mixing as some failed ghost chorus singing you silently through personal interludes in exposition defining your tumultuous tale ends and all traumatic steps in-between navigating of destiny with no small part in the whole glory thing taken way too far even as a joke we are choking on the remnants of coal-powered joys from a past creeping into our future through obscene rhetoric that jerks us out of our original headspace Here when letting our guard down too much to shield us…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…a curse betraying their presence perhaps similar as to midas touch turned douche fingers, golden gods kill those they are attracted to thinking that love could be so easily attained by idiots who encapsulate raw doses of grotesque pain that it personally makes me weep trying to control the inner narrative without fail yet conscious suspension of disbelief or even belief for that matter in something supreme without attaching harmful eccentricity extremely unnerving regular bystanders who all have their own ideals of a mission to accomplish Here though often we are left to assume supervision for ourselves once we are able to command a reliable presence devoid of harsh wisecracks at the corporate expense, laid to waste as hollow insistence under duress of their company manhandlers whose capable molestation relies upon freedom of access…’
‘…reinforced behavior foreshadowed by a derisive mockery instead of acceptance provoking hands of an enemy who cannot be, bothered by the visions televised for all to see as next creeping gospel when feeding ourselves these brand name demons in ghost form because only their products are there deep through our mouthpieces licked and savored as one might wish their genitals to be adored but never happens that way with the exception of an enviable few who either take themselves way too seriously or hide their decadent perceptions for moments alone or around others whom appear to bring states of enlightenment through the darkness of digested positions by a greater cycle of vaguely synonymous creatures behind our frightened eyes, distinctively aware how fragile and empty human might seem from the outside…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…constructive proof that maybe we actually deserve to exist Here where we were born into this realm without knowing what manner of broken things waits ahead of us in the journey cycling past the eventual to get gritty with the details whether truth or friction causing counterpoint with fictitious capacity to allow cognizant dissonance in our minds, we try to solve by tying up loose end types of resolution in matters we may not feel the ability to balance more than humanly-plausible Here lacking certain guidance because we all have to work for the money in some form or another try and mine the crafts at our disposal to draft into potential for constructive behavior while able to piece together any kinds of peace or harmony…’
‘…this organism designated self for reasons beyond mere exploration at this point when are we to consider how special we are as aliens, on seeing ourselves within the separation of nature as much our removal from direct connection in varying ways that still confuse and frustrate even action as choices people make to procrastinate and fragment their own lives trying to find a new seed of inspiration perhaps only too far from our grasp as long as we do not actively reach for approval in an appeasement signal to nullify the strain of tensions where worlds have already collided creating a psychic shrapnel radioactive and radiating outward suddenly shocking those nearby… defiance that puts down the warrior aspect with no more good gods left in the reserve…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…modified versions of “the sky is falling” mentality especially when it feels that apocalypse coming is just around the corner where eyes shelter from the unforgiving everyday at the same intervals that cannot contain remedies to the new disease if it still grabs us by random when it wants to feed from our personal sense as being totally succumbs doing the best it can do to not fall apart Here, when it seems all sources point against us in our fragments of psychic structure attempting to change us for its ideals of a better even if we never know the outcome to be a certainty because nothing appears so absolute for long while we are Here lost and adrift in our own thoughts stretched tightly across our senses that we can easily doubt our direction…’
‘…information camouflaged by the intense intents of ulterior motives moving the dogs of war into some type of attack formation Here once the enemy is confirmed to be removed from the board while keeping other pieces unaware until much later down the timeline because varied movements were eliminated with little more made than a whisper less obvious than by trails of paperwork, there is no way to thoroughly obliterate the far flung future that greases the wheels and cogs and gears grinding down human activity to a nub barely seen from a window of the soul riding chariots with no charity toward others less fortunate in the desert of the real because only you can decide to be this way doing to others what worse things you think they wish to do to you…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…the cycle deviates from utter kindness and forgiveness as threshold between those that see themselves in others and others choosing only to see themselves through that mirror quantifying the conscious human standing before it, attempting to seize whatever humanity is left residing in the living shell seen across from us slowly coming to understand personally-owed proper encapsulations for what it ever means to be this human thing never quite an animal all the way but neither a fully-accepted part of the whole featured Here as one of the players when failure becomes the new name of the game looked to for distraction amidst a clash of subtle and counterpoint layers to overstimulate cognizant dissonance from the peanut gallery…’