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…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…’




…feArtifice…

‘…affects rendering our influence null and void screaming in profanity at this tiny window from which we see the universe so myopically tainted by the variable perceptions lodging themselves Here in attempting to deduce discovering ways out, just as to why our always-searching-for-civilized variant of the species exists in the first place remaining enshrouded mysteriously as shards from an outer power released aeons ago mutates and re-calibrates shapes and states of being facets of a greater emanation whose awareness of itself filters through us each in our own series of personal timing layered with further collusion of variables making up that distinctive pattern toward individuals fetishizing each detail we may surmise of our character petarded Here unique by our naive phases of ignorant behavior managed as strings and threads of intent culminating in theories…’ – out of Context




…psychic Prayer libido…

‘…into cursed flesh and blood as we have been taught from the first being the confused embodiment of sign and object meaning and mannerisms causing our temporal interest to calcify and harden as we embrace an aged ignorance blatantly opposed to loosed change upon the world once known now overwhelming to show us of what we will miss as time labors onward tricked into losing an adaptable edge for banal stability safe in consumer shells paying for attention placed investing in trust being equal, though much as any intimate relationship founded before a stabilizing coherence of friendship has established can be said reasonably safely that it is doomed to failure and hurt feelings as there are too many readily-available examples in various combinations of failed relationship sailing forward unaware of the truly stormy weather…’ – out of Context




…machines of Maturation…

out of Context – ‘…until time is necessary that it appears unobstructed for long enough to enchant people with confessional spectacle admitting lines are crossed most of that time in gaps spasming chasms of real action as under human command they commence ready sequences completely once ideas beyond theory become fabricating artifacts, motivated by increase of profits surging to massive ridiculous extents no one foresaw because though we have various elements that guide our comprehension there is still nothing absolutely foolproof when an ephemeral corresponds to stable phases of this proposed knowledge the awareness never devoid of human inclusion as interpreting through symbols and signals reluctantly accepted as truth because overt trust is lacking when awarded suspicious bodies as brave instruments building that a future congealed in layers of perception is paid endorsement…’




…a Bleak mouth speaks within…

‘…proofs that cannot be refuted without hesitation critically pragmatic behind amassed muscle drawing direct lines reinforcing rigid parameters on orders to assert over those assembled, coldly served revenge savored best utilizing mindsets tuned hatefully onto sustaining mayhem in this social mechanism because someone was told they cannot and thusly leading us to failure trying to relax in a number of realms of real life and living but tumultuous repetition is breaking down what resistance we have to this system of systems incorporating us into its schemes as anonymous collateral to some extent in falling under statistical analysis attempting to easily categorize everyone within the emerging of superficial reality becoming more comprehensive to an artificially intelligent quotient compelling calibrated algorithms stay following their programming and taking prescience…’ – out of Context