out of Context – ‘…as though like closed circuit surveillance proceeding to what vanguard as humans we project overlapping waves of meta sine faith in systems collapsing hoping to resurrect something grand from the mess at our doorsteps carefully hassled by rogue mankind… medicines with the worst intention building up status in crooked structures of social significance are fighting for domesticating dominance utilizing anything to make their point for them trusting imperfect signs threatening everyone without the coherence it demands Here no commentary no commas everything gives the intent of riffing off nature simulation somewhere relative beyond what artificial means and more efficient to an end are we able to gather enough momentum to hate and love anyone as a chore we are not automatically obligated to sustain contain inside ourselves as nuclear puke gods…’
‘…aplomb bombing countries into dust for which our world finances are so willfully donated no doubts will be allowed to question the dominating regime in offending stages of playing offense defending nothing but paper seams burning up dreams, our sacrifice to the golden of idol warships worshiped because they can destroy us though what fun would be left an estranged beaten heart bleeding when what we are capable of doing to ensure our ability to keep living comes to light liberal love crimes aside revealed by pesky journalists searching for the bottom line of truth whether or not this means wisdom is another interpretation entirely devoid of compassion in spite of an unacceptable narrative infesting us with depression as the normalized symptom of the age demi-urgent technologies pushing to the extremes in points to fearlessness…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘… switch out intention on mere whimsy liars in wait to the detriment of the rest of us meanwhile portions of corpses in boxes ignore us shotgun surgery used to cure what ails cultural malignancy Here worried about futures as maturation expresses its flaws and virtues those individuals serving themselves in complex series of puzzling circumstances collected attempting to understand human experience amid this heathen earth filled with perverts and deviants time becomes another realm of thought to escape through as portal or tunnel might compel us to personally choose whether or not to adventure, forward or backward even failure becomes another vessel for progress to be contained within storage of vastly archived organic sequencing transforming the shadows of nature into human beings often feelings trapped Here collected yet isolated from each other somehow…’
‘…damnation game existing in contrast to such bright potential passing our blame around Here throughout this woven warp and weft swept up into the dramatically looming diorama of anti-tale seen for extreme masks they truly are worn by characters painting the world colors darker taking the scene by sturm und drang and appropriated costume changes until drowning, delaying progression when centripetal force on many feet wavers lacking the energy to upkeep propulsion through to other ages chastised for the outrageous while society so critical constantly trying to outpace oneself while throwing caution to those winding roads ahead ill prepared thought is nonsense compared to this visceral atmosphere that shocks us to death leaving those just barely coming online afraid thought police traumatize in their think tanks crushing innocence with ignorance…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…taken for granted with ease much as our ancestors did beginning scary trends of severing threads from our environment whose subtle subliminal traces flows back through us from blood relatives united deemed family tall tale somewhere behind the hyperbolic inside of us telltale signs hiding stacked genetic odd bits and parlor tricks we will not come to understand until we get older narrowing their sights cannot replicate personal experience infinitely residing to take advantage defeating people to survive keeping their genes alive in this unsafe journey through cesspools as though narcissistic mirrors casting no reflections, only interpretations that interfere no matter how repulsive their septic presence wearing dysfunctional into us as we exemplify growth naturally turning toward savory aspects of maturity contrary confessions creating creatures…’
‘…souls stolen from other dealers fragmented pus jewel into personal jewelry worn by creatures rotted from within chained to the cosmic machine whirling around us in its own faceless orbituary, data entries dark styling fruition by the marks scarring us into social domestication suffering through this necrotizing fascism as hospital gangrene of impolite political functioning without compassion faces of democracy worn away through stress and lacking hygienic maintenance enough to sustain reliable narratives only localized lessons to be learned from mutilated people in eccentric foulness custom-built by incredible deviants choosing to remain fearless as much limbless and determined through love loss waste logic reasoning how best in gradually assuring that ties remain severed toxic context or another shun sine blinded by tsunami-sized trauma waves…’ – out of Context
‘…the exactitudes extruded from this existence used to power the powers that be or die in sacrifice to how hard they are trying Here silence thrusting guilt forward after father knows best even if its just some uniform worn to deliver sermons cursing us to be these obnoxious creatures rancid lucidity all reinforcing needs to not piss away life while one has it able stable and ready to exchange pursuit for something worthwhile, if only oneself could be less self-defeating meeting others and making sense of shared trauma to find the voice that would allow speaking freely while Here alone though offended at the gratitude at lacking offspring or confident going anywhere one wishes but truly afraid of hard work and no payoff shattering the dreams that if realistic enough may come to pass…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…expectation unfulfilled as the process consumes us with its silence stillness and fury denoting the complex friction contradictory is similar force taken to light matches to those attractions sparking inspiration sometimes directing whatever supportive help created can thereby be dashed because as cantankerous whirling hatred turns everything into blasphemy all joking aside astride malign voices that chime out the cacophony of negative fancy rendering us cowards we somehow survive by the skin of our teeth collectively gnashing against the cosmic bit that tricks us into being ridden by algorithms of riddle, binary customs that bind us tighter though also tempers that aforementioned friction pushing separation to reconcile every detail from differing objectives to real time memories missed to those pieces of dream one wishes they could hold onto…’
out of Context – ‘…fomenting astringent mastic venomous words that to those hearing noise is for heroes music for zeroes tuning in and turning off while microphones dropping in various stages of change relatable in varieties of ways creating depth, experiences coerce translating as character intimate laws of exception not every one can achieve reversal of hearsay into fortunate slackers urging personal agency as various angular perspectives crowd all at once feeling overwhelming with ties to things being science fiction or fantasy before becoming opportunity for any flourishing as fact entirely rearranging facets of society as much any future civilizations as archived examples such as those we consider outstanding enough to house fragments in museums represented as Aztec Victorian and Greco-Roman still being processed by the people we were and continue to be…’
out of Context – ‘…creeping consciousness perspectives perverted by controversial materials incapable of being unseen once witnessed dementia between dimensions slowly setting in are civil twilight analogous to momentary reflections of sanity sundering heartfelt insecurities detaining lifeforms showing no proof for hitherto uncompromising ideals hastening the artificial apocalypse early as can be, beasts succumbing to unforeseen events sometimes depressed when failures seem omnipresent as much omnipotent disasters finalizing our inability to manage our own problems without the appropriate help taking charge and cutting us off at the knees handicapping our effective range of movement Here suspect strangers herding around concepts that somehow barely remain relevant as energy recycles itself functionally in different difficult to describe concessions of cohesion…’