‘…piss into a mister coffee and get taster’s choice from it no matter the platitudes taken as attitudes given raw and rude as crude delight expresses in the claims at stake Here where cannibal kings preach flawed wisdom into the ears of anyone who will listen to their sideways chants whose effectiveness lies in the hypnotic strain of the voice using those words against the person who hears them speaking awful gibberish servings of harsh tones inflected with dire infections for the sanity and its stability Here… catapulted into a default factor of that olfactory smell sweeping this industrial nation we continue attending to because it remains the last bastion of ideal freedoms utilized as a form of saleable dope or sedative supply aiding in the attrition and atrophy that such chemical conditioning implies…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…wedged up my ass attached to my soul harassing input out of me in the applications hardwired to assault the senses whether there is compliance of captive attention doing the most we can until we are left out fatally in the fetal position vulnerable to further degradation feeding us forcefully a diet of worms and services by others whom know not with what we have to do to survive because a template of wellness is fitted over twisted perceptions prescribed, as though able to shrug off the labels of shallow degenerate or idiot so easily when no one seems to give a damn about anything that doesn’t make them wealthy or respected establishing clout among those that cannot sympathize with such a climb upon the hierarchy of life as fabricated…’
‘…turning all of us into default victims whether we had a choice or not makes no difference to these absolutes of brutality walking in flesh and most born from wombs as you or me spending nine months hiding and waiting for a term of release in which the purging of fluids then unchains this embryonic biomass as possible bionic murderer-in-training capable of utilizing the latest tools of death and torment seeing each person as potential targets can be cathartic yet tragically doom one to acting out their fantasies, casualties of a causal interest in mayhem without regards to the long-term affects that occur when humans decide to be animals…’ – 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…’
‘…see the reality of what remains unresolved as microcosm for the larger whole that knows not utility words that enable us to seek clarity out of the sewage that has become some semblance of waiting for death, indebted to layers of kindness and obligation from authority whose insight we distrust off-hand because our intuition says otherwise about oftentimes subtle treachery afoot though by nature of covert tactics appears to have obscured successes as opposed to explicit violence creating eddies of mayhem in random bouts swirling hectically through the technical snares that hook and tear holes in the arguments meant to be taken seriously once the laughter settles the trends of offending units marching unified dysfunctional series in appearing as humans servile to obscene gestures…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…with what little information we have gained the ability to explain accurately whether blessedly simplistic or a complex series over the time and attention it takes, the artifactual ruining precedes itself on a level slow to construe as good for anything even in the midst of the overlapping life-death-rebirth strands of time directed through the lens of this universe not so uniform to account for the mutations and bruised egos in abundance Here sometimes in the dark forevers too long that madness does strike in all-at-once tragedy adapting to irrelevant stories woven too closely together to peel away comfortably the legitimacy that wants to feel like intimacy even when knowing no one…’
‘…mutually-involved vitality not so exclusive at liberty to be universal in application and interest for the conquest over what a pathetic fallacy with programs society keeps promoting as cure for that which ails us even though we are awash in controversial arguments inclined toward the experimental nature within science and proving the other bastards wrong in their assessments of varied truths Here, in the mortal plane of existence where our minds become confused with our bodies constantly holistic because they are truly one and the same as merely parts capable of seeking glory as much as the freedom to pursue whatever enduring ideas from the mundane to fantastic have their place in that realm parallel to our own possibly more in tandem and inseparable than fathomable…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…debasements advising in the art of factual creation post-mythic conditions, as we again might assume because of various thresholds to which we decide to label as science that to some interprets as contrast to that which we deem nature even though nature has its own forms of nanotechnology not as technical as we crave it to be surely but no slave to it as curiosity dictates we view objects from a distance in order to obtain the truth through experimental proofs and evidence so dense you may refer to it in some regards as destiny no matter how small because greatest potency fits in as many differing versions of real as weightless consequence beyond calamity yet popping to life nonetheless, barriers have no effect on its strength overall into synergistic fluidity that follows…’
…out of Context…
…and the weariest mas X..!
‘…as statement of fact within a surveillance culture such as this chasing ambulances for cash in hand weighing against one’s personal sense of moral code that might not exist until thought of a bit before nailing down like a coffin lid sealing your fate as doomed apostate of unspoken modes and maxims from the beginning from which we hesitate confused as apes confronted with a monolith, on a monomyth reinforced as any other number we have come to be secure in assimilating into one especially when monotonous culture is the gimmick summoned into places by heathen science that still has gathered attention and clicks to bait and switch consuming every waking minute as social gambling tic addicted to a ritual locking us behind panels that reflect attacks back on our lives…’ – out of Context