out of Context – ‘…wage-enslaved and obsessed what may trigger us soon preemptive before calamity has what details are necessary to happen that even secular professionals and scholars cannot foresee what mighty waves are challenging our survival opposed to imaginative actions which would promote growth across the spectrum in humanity’s purview simply perverted by propositional suspense appearing to exclude any wavering stages set asunder and surrendering under anxious tension to perform as narrow-minded society we are Here conflicting much as contradicting ourselves and weighing in against what is said with what is being done, a tragic revolution resisting ourselves shattering our own expectations for what we believe as solid stable and above all sensible while in the comfort of the strangulating safety net sheltering us all to death through empty platitudes and offense taken…’
out of Context – ‘…growth through mixed messages further crossing territories unknown for people quite fearful not wanting to die or sacrifice too much whose transition to something better is held back by preconceived blinders applied notions, excited particle zoo dashing around the spheres of influence that orbit affecting the society we inhabit currently always under constant change somewhere details consistently getting overlooked dismissing parts to the whole picture genuine not lacking seams proving some artisan perfected the touches making that which is average into the extraordinary as we have imagined it reaching out closer to an epigenesis of conclusions patiently hanging potential for those who can witness its presences as gifts not demons or spirits to be banished with choice comes understanding if these sacred pieces are left unmolested which is growing ever more difficult…’
out of Context – ‘..for the conceptual perfection, unique civilized take generally idolizing people speaking on matters one has no prior knowledge forcing reliance upon improvisations to adequately complete the narrative everyone wants to be true for themselves lodged Here in the nitty-gritty that reality proffers equally to everyone accumulating clutter specific to this continuum comprised of consumers consummating their obsessive relationship to their goods rather than facing their gods with confidence of overcoming the odds stacked up against us resonating with underdog fashion one-in-a-million lottery whose bread and circus stakes are high and clustered together then depressive downward swing adapting if no one pays any real attention, circumstances as glimmers of hope gone now milky and matted sheen as the eye who cannot see gone cataract uncorrected guinea pig self experiment…’
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…’
‘…who strikes again unwittingly drawn to say chaotic insightful comments that seem to have unless thought is applied to the questionable meanings no rhyme or reason Here laid out by the speaker using implements of humor such as satire farce and other gimmicks to gather attention in otherwise boring discussions and absurd poetics actively switching out concepts, making haste for the exits if and when the distress gets to be too much Here for our emotional compass to guide us amid severe social static constantly reflective gestures on the quickening as we each sometimes sideways ride the frightening grabbing life by grave movements at stake under a disguise of atrophied lies defying logic and wisdom turning tricks in the streets getting broken coping mechanisms working when acknowledging the mind is a labyrinth matter of opinions…’ – out of Context
‘…of lingering suppositions heavens or raptures that suddenly turn mortal shapes null and void when we would meanwhile still be attempting to survive beyond merely functions as has been dreamed of for some time by now as fiery light by which we guide ourselves through darkened decades to within present circumstances of striving throughout medieval periods in absolute chaos serving only the edge of the blade whether that forces one to bleed for their goals, that wondering to atrophy and wither once their atrocities are revealed whether or not the rest of the world agrees Here they are fraught with discrepancies throughout the journey perceived with senses that cannot fully comprehend the scales of viciousness and vindictive subversion that seeps in from the societal cracks seeding the warp and weft to soak in change…’ – out of Context
‘…some level of we all fall down insightful to the larger view of this brutal tool that hits us reminding how everything no exclusion is temporary Here whether we like that or not ourselves any of those pertinent details relating the situation toward reciprocal gestures of humors mentioned of in poisonous solutions to problems coinciding with alchemy, whose sciences refused to upgrade but instead advanced into a variety of fields from which many accomplished explorers doing great things by discovery as much as years of researching specifics and how they connect to each other tying together and creating novel sources of interest combining peculiar ideas and a practical experimentation utilized to define the various phases scrutinized while annotated to explain their meanings succinctly enough to activate inspiration in others as a spark inflames the fires…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…caught in the immediate heats of passion only quelled by blood and sacrifice almost as if always on a battleground of one sort or another on the lookout for any enemy supposed as we are so predisposed to violence deep in the elemental animal cage beats a fist-sized muscle that never relents to the point of harming its live-in caretaker so easily it is truly scary and confusing to think who we really pledge any allegiance toward to guide the civilized mediocrity into states of resolution not revolution as peace must come from somewhere there beats a heart, instead of this gaseous claim that bears no weight merely the stink of frustrating others away from sheer incompetence where only demons and great people are to tread with any success no matter the reputation…’
‘…the breathing method of blood hungry ghosts the humans become Here when all other options are lost or tossed away when choking to cope crossing lines like wires the whole world looks as though it might make anyone curious wonder who are these puppets connected by the strings of theory as much physically-encountered analog to these burgeoning ideas trying to force themselves to the surface to be accepted and universally validated among the appetites of the damned Here, the art of death may scream bloody murder to any who may lack the vision to really perceive but there is always more behind the superficial veneer imposing multiple ambivalent layers as a wall to prevent individuals from pressing questions any further than some agreed upon standard reinforced by a society that shifts constantly…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…casting out the damned spirits that roam about our person separate from those shadows conjoined at our footstep and lodged in our minds as passengers clustered together as related energies coalescing into replicated human shapes as the need arises to find a representative in the mists and sands of the temporary stacked up so high that it reaches the skies as historical fetish shaken to make gods rain from the clouds in the tiny droplets of moisture cycled through again and again until those same such nameless gods truly reign supreme from above as the conscious ephemera pulled out from the vacant voids with pretty faces that fall to be taken, self-sacrifice being forsaken by the ones touted as the best of show…’