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…in amazement of Malaised states…

out of Context – ‘…social distortion promoting a series of bad religions conflated undermining humanity for classical valuables as we know it buried beneath the rubble and ruin of past attempts to be civilized channeling obnoxious traits… pluralized pathos or pathetic genetic qualities that betray us at vital moments where our anatomy would have helped us achieve results bathing in and taking the admiration inspired by passion for succeeding without sucking the seeds of the damned down our throats exposing what hands raised are voting against us to deem what they cannot observe as unworthy of being Here is absurd abstracted dementia everyone and their mother accepts as general law process unspoken except missing persons proceeding from whom chooses to use our lawful behaviors for evil instead of goods and services generally supplying those demands around us…’




…decisive imPerilyzing…

‘…yield like a venom in our brains to create these imaginary fields fed through emotional impulses that many think encroach upon their multiple thoughts as though parasites infesting infecting the mind to dissolve the mystery unsolved because there is a righteous veil imposed not by oneself but of the external shapes of humanity taking on manifestations within negative, zoning reverse psychology concepts housing brain bombs that make weaker minds collapse spraying brain spatter scanners styled probably not so epic internalized explosion of purely just a steady flow of brain matter through to ear and eye crimson fluid drip-drip-drip gets to pooling somewhere if it cannot get anywhere Here as worst case scenario barely making sense of the various violent visions people are born with and cannot help leaking from what their minds call a brain…’ – out of Context




…adversarial $upposition…

out of Context – ‘…Here clearly marked for some purpose from the past since perhaps antiquity became reinterpreted as times of total iniquity still sending signals through the noise we have accepted come to conclusions inclusive of only a few who were chosen by the gods as we now worship them and give respect where it is due to shine the karmic chrome that brightly covers our asses blinding those who assume too much taking advantage of a golden touch not rationed out amongst the people but only invested parties, pumping up the volume while contorting the physical to please what vital demons one can concede as primal reason becoming beings that further extend the reach of future glad-handing wizards that seek fortunes siphoned from those very persons they supposedly represent yet deny ever having to play the villain…’




…erstWhile nihilist…

out of Context – ‘…overlooking what collected visions we have Here as though anything like us has that command various elementary forces attached to conventional supervisory puppet strings contrary to what imagination can conceive because there is nothing cool or badass about standing out like we think drunk on thinking convinced we should be something new more novel than we are still larval and hatching out of the trap others have made for us seeing wave functions, magical reality perhaps before they may even appear to collapse surpassed by the collective disbelief that enchants all other reality to stay banal something conforming to ideas that work against us and our progress beyond the awareness of infants instead barely the quaint antiquity we thought it would be in the room of elephants alarming but to remove the glass ceiling…’




…oh, Yee of little haw’d!..

‘…social choking hazards in health conditions where the fear and dread become frayed ends of sanity unable to thoroughly heal as psychic wounds aren’t physical but can manifest in many other ways such as killing off living pieces in order to conform or die as punishment for doing things incorrect wrongly swayed Here as stains upon your record compiled for use in reinforcing what can happen, listened to for the first time one might not catch all the details we are supposed to remember against whatever else coercing us to recollect what was the reason for our deployment as this physical manifestation infesting the larger picture with misconstrued views in our back pockets guiding us by the seat of our pants as relentless restless occupants conquering boredom through a violent lens dismantling our functional reasoning…’ – out of Context




…meGrims dark…

out of Context – ‘…clearly triggering repercussions more than simply noise distracting from real issues larger than local as we collectively tolerate this abuse because do not know what else to do with ourselves being in circuits and patterns that previously served those personal gods, now we destroy each other making excuses as we always have understanding these slight variations in the cosmic tapestry from what we can read into its massive ferocious beauty undulating and shaping us as we can be capable of somehow learning observing and recording this phenomena we experience as separate yet combined creatures unable to tap into our natural hive mind except rarity accepted as confidence trick side show shit gimmick blending truth with lies on purpose depending upon persons doing such ornery chicanery to defile and disgrace disturb the human race…’




…Here comes the dung…

‘…my altar Here in the imaginary where my powers are not held back by prophylactic obscurity because no two stories take the same path within this mass of circuitry playing upon yesterday and today as sensory control drafting our perspectives mutating into the thought police whose moral imperative defined by the system as the only one capable of reabsorbing the energy of anomalies found to be forces at work behind scenes we are not always privy to when it comes to information being that casually relayed with no moderating reinforcement, one gets stuck under layers of the overwhelming someone inflicts upon themselves as that happens to be whatever final sequence required to permit expression of these wild ideas unleashed whistling or whispering through the jelly in-between your ears churning through variable pieces constricting the values…’ – out of Context




…mercenary Position…

out of Context – ‘…eating death as a treat when lost on the scene that coagulates on the bones as structured escape from the tragedy we see every day singling out one at a time condemned, this flesh that bends this substantial leaning against a system in place to protect and restrict by making certain of interjected complications and altercations exist Here through repeated patterns of dissonance defined through training rigid discipline into oneself desire and determination creates soldiers to be decimated but for a cause unknown how uncertain obstacle placed in front of us as we damage the topiary hedge maze that exits thanks to funding persistent in its relative established creeds and bullshit radioactive and irradiating prolonged funk transfer into the immediate atmosphere with urgency of fear feeling all-surrounding chamber of many loaded statements…’




…reTahr’d-ay-shun, eschewed complication…

‘…biblical verses as this obverse observed in skewed and chewed up essay format perhaps more in the questionable style as sort of slab poetry written as though scrawl sprawling upon this supreme of screened in window to connected tissue issuing forth battles and cries because anger turns to sadness turns to madness so often as catalyst converting emotional baggage to avoid hemorrhage the brain dead from stresses unhealthily unhelpful no matter how stridently nice seeming we cannot be solely floating dreaming beings, embryonic brine seeking caricatures of creatures thirsty for accusation to become the worst version of oneself layered and recursive as curses become blessings as they converted over generations Here curing us as though that isn’t complicated enough travels finding the morale pursuing putrid virtues whose skin falls off in rotten chunks thoroughly vice…’ – out of Context




…dreamcatcher in the Rye…

out of Context – ‘…superficial assumptions evoking troubling sleep patterns when the stress pours over moments for relaxing and resting in peace with that nagging fear and dread having morbidly ceased their quest of infiltration that finds us scared to metaphorical death dealing with the feelings of an emotional journey ahead, instead of waiting for a casual consumption of guilt and shame and isolation pushing my defenses empty that one cannot commit to steps that would balance out this picture diminished enough that self-esteem feels lacking to extents of damage mining the memories for reasons to hate and worry and consume what one should profess confess or express to fullest equivalent that leads one to the best of all scenarios for them that can execute gathering momentum conceding wisdom where steps were dumb prior numb to the conditional stupiditah…’