out of Context;
‘transmitting from the sealed chamber that when the cliche or argument is dropped straight on into politely casual conversation like a bomb, when it can be said as though nothing were meant by it at all as vapid excuse to excuse oneself from any minds able to perceive those underlying lines that achieve droll comeback that may stab just as deep or deeper as consequence of actions met by brute ignorant recourse for the offense that wishes harm just as harsh as that initial offending blow catching off-guard perhaps a slow wit or subject of stupidity for a fool can transmute these goods into bads and vice versa…’
out of Context;
‘housing an insanity that crawls away oxidizing humanity for those superstitious stays of execution demanding the pogrom within these programs as savors the killing off of the undying fealty felt active that faith acting under the skin microscopic explaining the fading of times into people and their images but the tensions have taught us nothing special which is how we feel able to excuse or justify our unreasonable actions, in faith like fate and filth are extremes a deliberate way because these routes as roots are made by an absolution of choices whether yours or mine and they all stick with us as experiences throughout our journeys Here or in the out there intermingling with the new age thought architects of a new anarchy…’
out of Context;
‘the darkness inviting shadow to come dance within this dark mass, no boundaries but no love as there is only the homogenizing process that has need to occur if each one represents a single cell of a vast consciousness moving independently of as uniform an entity to monitor the status quo as much the actuality of the elves and aliens that require (rechoir) us to create receptive clouds through which imagination appears so these beings of darkness never become too grim or nefarious surging into a special timESPace where we are more than just any old crass brash crude brass machines gone extreme in a pursuit of toxic dreams that die short of the goal subsumed by a solution of illusions that resides Here with us…’
out of Context;
‘within moments of achievement even these symptoms of a greater problem can still linger with people who might go so far as to make every argument about themselves unsound with an irrational basis in true understanding for human compassion, details describing just how bad we have it when we are somehow taken advantage of with all the aspects that make us trivialized and taken for granted that we are alive today moving inside a maze of fear… an enchanting Jimi Hendrix-phrased conundrum ‘if p was q’ when confronting the fallacy within logical argument using the nonsense eyes…’
out of Context;
‘the modern American ghouls syphoning a life vicariously through money-worship and idolization, and churning the firmament of a fomenting society into shitty class wars and struggle that smuggles the righteous traits out of place to enforce the smiling fakery trying to subjugate humanity into their place with no safety in numb fingers broken and bitten by the cold states of change… i cannot persuade you with my half-assed pontificating disguised as poetry attempting to urge the thresholds to differ as the dimensional depths of reality fluctuates relentlessly in both an inner and outer space…’
out of Context;
‘taken to the gallows we are innocence of the repressed disposed of and oppressed the presence we have taken as image of death angels with grinning skulls and draped in a black vast expanse moving forever outward by this essence trying to recycle through real parts of these consciousnesses… left as maps for any who can read them like blinking stars in the braille of outer space sensed as signs of life lighting the darkened empty in strings of illumination taken too far to remind some of their stardust beginnings…’
out of Context;
‘the people pining for a truth that makes sense amidst all those wholly bankrupt and deteriorated taking their cues from the wasted who feel no one else worthy enough to have faith unless invested in material gain, a Midas and Judas myth made one and the same by the blurring lines affixed by the expert opinions of an idiot misogynistic patriarchy shooting us into oblivion if we stick to their traditions of hate that cast the women aside… this sickness from within as the insects of psychology infect us with doubt…’
out of Context;
‘bitter idea swallowed pill supposed a better of all options considered Here where casual cruelty reigns free from the err as clusters of people banish each other in sarcastic curses from seeing truths… an inkling of things to come as those whose abuse runs deep under sleeping skins as cells collected collection of skills and talents to impart to the willing recipient of these gifts manifested like mission statements declaring the objective in hundreds of differing ways…’
out of Context;
‘those ready to plummet are convinced of the lostness within them even as others would perceive another rare glimpse inside through insights dividing the practical individual from the madness of the creative drive whose urge edges closer through the random acts of abused flesh attempting some defense of a private kind, holi-dazed glaze over all eyes of the blinded can perceive tugging at the violence a cyanide Christ and his devil bunnies queer with their lazy approach empty by rote…’
out of Context;
‘beyond the cusp as a youth hostage facing toward terrible truths, we always yearn to know more whether through feelings of guilt or curiosity makes no difference as the innocent inner child stays intact questioning all throughout what most of the growing pains are all about in becoming the idealized version of ourselves at the adult stages, but not all the spotlights will shine upon these actions living on a fringe peripherally as the egocentric mind hovers above these trivial statements of fact that no one wants to hear straight ahead but in a rigged entertaining method to sway public opinion distracted… inspired by the subconscious fray we all find ourselves within…’