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…magna Farta, the golden meconium…

‘…tension upon people to maintain fitness as regards being in poor health combined with bad hygiene rituals overwhelmed by guilty feelings we cannot escape because they are planted firmly in our minds and self esteem, so we look to poop for physical guidance once aware in this affair so not your average gherkin importer if not your first ride in a down rodeo laughing and crying inherently symptomatic of mental defects caused by the environment Here as the poisons digest through stillborn fertilizers instead harvested to feed the organic matrix at our feet undefeated by nature we succeed in filtering the cesspool of genetic anomalies if it fits into our hopes and prayers preying upon the hopeless and unaware planting bodies in the ground transferring energy as easily when people are pushed to talk shit…’ – out of Context




…mimesis of Nemesis…

out of Context – ‘…shoddy face-saving ego propped against everyone becomes unproductive excesses perceived as manipulations get more extensive entrapping the guest in this particular system of revenge set up in our social structure by default when so many psychopaths rule the world it takes willpower not to explode though fine lines are crossed in trying as difficult chore to have any voice loud enough to change your world for the better requiring a Greek chorus to emote personal feelings in ways without offending, imitation of nihilistic nonce attitudes surrendering to small-mindedness when our sheltered brains realize courtesy as it seems every person is automatically entitled Here as autonomic response from the body politic interpreting our commitment to brand loyalty even if it means the death of us demanding through certain impasses without escape existential contemporaries…’




…elision versus Elysium…

out of Context – ‘…to accept any outcome when every avenue of decision seems inherently unfair from beginning sense of being applied… not disguised as other misfortune we are stuck without sometimes easy or sensible remedy to our situation if we can only recover enough to obey gravity symptoms of the deleterious regime using artificial extractions of natural primal forms to build upon the works of civilizations prior to this self-condemning syndrome undermining our stability whenever weakness reveals its variety of effects inundating the multitude seeking solutions superficially interjected striking out in the worst of possible options normalized into rewarding psychopathic convictions lacking of civility let alone respect enough for others to move forward thoroughly throughout intermediate cycles of failure and contentment, finding meaning while we appear to only live once Here…’




…poetic error dares Truth socially…

out of Context – ‘…conduits of myth communications trial and tribulation outsourced from larval layers unable to commune directly because of these strange intrinsic meanings with simple symbolism satisfying favored irregular mutations deep in memory patterns tending toward personal masks the kinds of social camouflage corresponding outward to our animal cousins imprinted by retained mention effectively digging into nature that allows for such without wasted moments and nothing to lose unlike our humanity lacking respect for the many things that can kill us pathogenic suspect whose silence stays relevant lingering through naturally recurring systemic golden ratios fluctuations sending out signals Here universal vibrations, tempering materials in this furnace as inspiration setting about to rekindle fiery excitation reiterated with curious sentiment weighing in what hope can be culled…’




…wHine diamonds…

out of Context – ‘…damaging through worded manipulation provoke cautious exhaustion weaving deftly between moments cluttered and flustering solitary cuckolds using technology to appease their bodies signals expressing carnal lust stemming from unsatisfactory straight out of the sadist factory indeed each one of us a variation on forms shaped by warping the unseen with invisible hands until the ideal somehow functions within the material source distanced away as tartarian emetic myth acidic strangers being trained becoming stranger, looping re-calibration sometimes synchronized with succumbing to numbing agents to some degree repurpose of empty platitudes and promises revived to give meaning to conspiracies replacing the cold sauce of tartars with the hot sauce of barbarism instead slithering back to human sacrifices appeasing the gods in question such heaven erazed by those villains…’




…hell is people in General…

‘…torment distinctly expressed as fantastic riddles synchronous with all the various phrases for the catechumen questions of life to a catechist acting as catalyst to initiation atomized and condensed down to essential oils with which we anoint ourselves in the passion thus released by the freeing our spirits… but not all teachings are squeaky clean instead not being for the squeamish characterize the bad things occurring most frequently as ways to traumatize youth via arcane rites of passage whose grotesque practices yield ghastly yet offensive outcomes figured then as predictable for resulting in the personal choice of abstinental orthodox preaching on upon god luck and good speed handed out as communion to initialize radioactive retrospecting mind virus wiping us pure from the mind side out keyed to comfort zones in our brains like switches attached…’ – out of Context




…prurient subLemon…

out of Context – ‘…degenerate mockery goes for normal these days trying to find fitting artwork to indulge in affairs of perspective somewhere Here styles of realism versus imagination and where the divergent points intersect all throughout the interpretative minds of artists to create such works that intrigue us more than as memories from some distant dream fighting with the thing inside ourselves that wants to enact motions of dreaming while awake and seeing substance manifest or that elusive potential in attempt at tempting reward to value ourselves with as well as others in this biased expression of leadership fraught perilous, continually renewed shaping a bit more each go around in social orbit of the fringe crowd cringing in grief ripe slaves to habitual rituals that succeed through their sacrificial sacraments suspending the critical disbelief…’




…a greed in content, Oh-my…

out of Context – ‘…let loose into strange worlds of potential interpretation critical in affecting ideas as crops to harvest are yielded once the time comes and perhaps wrong is perceived as less wicked and interdependently incorporates into whatever the further process of this humanity is Here finding small strands of absolutes not truth conjoined loose to thread together healing the cosmic tapestry that created us and our little worldviews to move, data in jigsaw patterns of puzzle confusing sets of exclusive content from genuine reality closed captured for the hero impaired where villainy is rife in this berg becoming burger devoured by masses of hungry denizens ready to lay eggs en masse so rapacious in this natural order forcing others out of the way top breaking the other over under doesn’t matter when the stakes are so high…’




…closed Captured…

‘…exchanging place with each other in order to maintain balancing acts Here as forces made into faceless gods and angels whose angles are labeled as directives holier than thou types of imperious commandment found conquering… disconcerting consequences when all else fails to register some amounts of pausing cautious hesitancy is required though in order to formulate worthwhile tactics against these kinds of encountered tendencies expecting no relief when the strain of sequence goes awry askew and ill-defined by the conduits of information relay somewhere there is a weakest link in the chain of command not necessarily in amongst many legions proving their loyalty Here all vying for dominance in old world honor code bullshit expected out of cannon fodder and human shields objectifying any living thing to be used as pawns in obnoxious war games…’ – out of Context




…awphul waphle…

out of Context – ‘…upon them yielding only rotten fruit and shit along with whatever shinola it rode in on because such abuse is fertilizer for another imagination that can utilize properly and harness the seriousness which unleashes the skills required to succeed harsh reality somehow bared whose crevices are carved away by time and the elemental pressures that erode these things down to their constituent parts to further fix the mechanistic errors prevalent all throughout this strangely social complexity wired all or nothing, it sometimes eradicating whenever no truer purpose evolving beyond its natural tethers to establish cosmic harmony as was ever always one of the many possible outcomes capable Here for all constructive generation of terrestrial cosmonauts yet to be present except for some forces which attempt to constrain the sorts of motion we intrigue others with…’