out of Context;
‘at the day-to-day work i do just to survive in this world fascinated to the death with the entertaining hive mentality as grown-up children with so many harsh responsibilities paid insufficient funds to meet the needs mocking like school-age children as though it were all such an adult place outside of the workplace, but it becomes a time to loosen these high standards once within the confining anything that might resemble professional boundaries to which jobs have always projected onto me at some level to a thoughtful state of mindfulness in both action and intent which others i work with seem to disregard once they punch that time card to start the work day off, this irritates me to no end even though i observe my own two sense sucked into the childish abyss justifying this mainstay…’
out of Context;
‘we are predictable pieces of meat that fit into a grand structure ideally of autonomy in daily life, the human being is one of many tools that can be utilized for its ignorance besides the fact that they are so convinced themselves that they are rational creatures, but here lies the crux of the situation that we can see a brilliantly hopeful horizon in the distance even as we stand amidst the trash and debris that the mad wealthy allow to tumble through the streets because they are so “happy”… which really translates as indifference, but the wealthy have infected the common working human with these skewed ideas as well…’
out of Context;
‘where we are the guilty and floundering spirit of innovation as peak oil drains from the stocks and barrels keeping this crashing lifestyle afloat, we are still always rediscovering that information that unknown sources have intentionally tried to keep away from our prying minds, and the conspiracies are not just in the throes of theory anymore as we are living in the pre-apocalypse age of conspiracy fact that we have been manipulated from the start…’
out of Context;
‘earlier today the question ‘what is the psycho-cosm?’ entered my thoughts, and the answer came bubbling forth from some deep conscious display, that it is the illusory nature that existence seems like an endless ride… the real is that, but also more than just that at the same time, as everyone perceives everything so very differently…’
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung