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…concrete Blues on cement brick…

out ov Context – ‘…those layers of universes couched myopic sadomasochistic elements of self-hatred shining through sometimes bewildering oneself and other people at times looking for grounded perspectives when yours makes no sense Here colliding with other conflicting viewpoints as repercussions echo from previous collateral damage striking harsh consequence without realizing how human resentment can build and establish festering wounds lineages long enough it might feel curse-like sometimes especially if no one clues you in subjecting oneself to becoming sacrificing on the cake without ever realizing that one is the offering to blind idiot gods in flesh and face condemned by judgments tied… familial slide from beast unreasoning to feeling being and back again once the repetition of cycles continues Here an unholy trinity of communal pressures to participate…’




…with madness constant, can You be serious..?

out ov Context – ‘…movement towards the horizon line has been relatively superfluous compared to enough human communities bound together to form the current society we are living through contemplating civility as to diplomacy it relates in forward progression of our shared civilization Here always caught off-guard by the revelations that come with each proceeding few years as climates change frequently enough to mirror that interpersonal cloud floating adrift over everyone’s head, evoking limbo as abyss in waiting for the next calm moment to seriously examine oneself and reflect upon what we have done Here as natural creatures fabricating convenience culture charging for luxurious securities beyond survival once the gimmicks hit breaking the event horizon or singularity within our heads filtering perception while living through this pleonastic neoplastic universe…’




…spoiled by Enemies looking like friends…

out ov Context – ‘…while successions of flesh sort through this maze amazed it is even still Here after this amount of erosive time gone by counteracting whatever fluid in humans keeps us tumbling trying at elder puzzles, cosmic locks times wanting something feral that compel us to live whose only goals are protect the family at all costs as walking living non-player characters their lithograph of the deranged becoming for some benign under which terms family are meant as those one chooses to associate with and there should be terms denoting blood or caretaker relationships differing between our bombogenesis rapacious succumbs faceless routine to appease the mob massive of fascists who search to take control doing whatever pressures applied can to produce desired results from unwilling associates and acquaintances distorted distaste makes all dance in haste…’




…disarmed through our idioMatic languages…

out ov Context – ‘…charisma to neglect those caught in happenstance allure to the beasts we become surrounding ourselves comfortably in the forms of items or people or both as many more options to congest our thoughts trafficking information with selfless selfish malign automata channeling whatever profit capable from strangely cursed and curious captives caged and jaded by experiences involving rejections and life-changing complexity by kink-shaming personal pursuits, our civil disobedience constantly reduced to searching for something beyond ourselves spinning our heads so that nothing seems very simple ever again usually with little actual time to be able to process anything witnessed to understand how precarious positions and situations overlap and collapse under the weight of intense obligation and scrutiny pressuring multiple societal systems to remain frozen…’




…wounded emotion Triggers physical movement…

‘…from the mystical mystery coalescing overwhelmed into frenzied contrary states in which nothing matters… to except an unacceptable aggravated attitude angrily asserts authority over what autonomy we do have abusive treatments to cure by killing chiefly re-framed as saying one is on the side of the greater good all when still choosing evil while everyone else has turned their backs denoting occasions without compassion only clinical detachment trying subjectively to take on the affectations of objectivity in order to run experimental theory in real time testing aspects of reality upon one another for no reason other than to know letting logic and curiosity lead the way forward dissecting the self into only useful parts, efficiency required by the machine networks underneath the skin of commercial industrial complexes circuiting information…’ – out ov Context




…loveless loss, Liminal, pretty parts doomed…

out ov Context – ‘…as human beings after the youth dies out and our very touch turns poisonous reaching inceptive concepts difficult to describe without metaphors or correlative elements to things compare and contrast these against perception, confusing the details with each other oftentimes because of combinations of curiosity and genuine desire to know the answer no matter the cost personal sacrifice the least of their concerns when attempting to distract away from the distortions that crop up while certainty remains in place undermining the reorientation of systems new or different of anything Here as anywhere else people utilize value judgment and harsh criticism wholly for scandalous sake of controversy to dictate worth upon skewed spectrums fueled by ignorance hatred and assumption in socially-compromising situations but for now emotional ties to stay sober…’




…when our pressured Quantum hits the fan…

‘…driving us to reform and revise policy as it applies in individual cases creating consistent accumulation of studies and research rich with layers qualifying momentum and forward progress as blessed steps to approach the future without anxiety once trapped though still in motion moving quickly as plasmic rivers of information searing conduits of memory into the raw meat of our brains to find and create puzzling pieces, in making sense enough are going together building towering babbling ladders to reach whatever heaven it is in the out there lingering long enough to get somewhere different than now Here making excuses for lack of visible constructive progress applied to try assuaging personal fears and anxiety quietly putting that direct pressure upon our reactions self-assessing every mistake managing to reshape this living ship we have become…’ – out ov Context




…this, sick Rectum of destiny awaiting, shit…

‘…thoughts never with guarantee to come true the all-sphincter revoking our passage through this life suddenly as lightning strike called for other duties perhaps summoned back, cryptic messages insufferable to read much as these mystical propositions slab poetry jutted forth projected outward towards you changing again as churning graveyard attitudes bury what is not required from us oneiric null anaphora oft lazily connecting back to itself in familiar patterns that shift depending upon how we feel about these complicated designs convex and concave rise and fall almost constants yet inconsistent overall transgressing spark whether creative or critical as the path becomes lit by life forcing conclusions following personal logic emphasis on expression of fabricating the details swayed by individual sense tapping into omniscient cosmic machines…’ – out ov Context




…aspects in long Philippic that apply…

out ov Context – ‘…long pigs wallowing through the din of noise that comes with living Here trying to collect ourselves mire of mistakes and misleading information manipulating massive populations without question wreaking havoc upon mortal bystanders unable to stand up for themselves trapped in routine habits and creature comforts collapsing into spontaneous combustion thanks to our crutches used in going through life experiencing pygmalion lie that love for our creations is reciprocated easily though it happens to be more hard-won battle because you never really know whose side you’re on if it’s difficult to trust in general complicated or not affected by trauma, having to achieve by growth when no other options but opinions seem available pushed interacting with grotesque relations early only to realize later that monsters are indeed everywhere including family…’




…guillotines of Guilt fell arrogant youth…

‘…planking out artificial in serious situations sourcing out our legacy for cheap everything at variance difficult to distinguish the madness surrounding us from known reality what we do when not lost in the feudal state of fugue fugal dreaming electric sheep while awake screaming but no mouths to spake with left rotting from the routines that sustained survival yet as the lobster shell reaches points where threshold of the carapace is achieved even though growth still occurs underneath remaining soft and vulnerable those protective outer layers restricting such overabundant surges seeking to break free or molt, afterwards we become pressure-hardened from within similar but not directly related fashions we refused natural domestication for our own substantially human techniques perfected mystique of wizened scholars moving as jealous parties…’ – out ov Context