…no one seems to care at all in this day and age of urgency gone critical so critically in a social way that betrays us every day we are awake and dreaming for a better future but never comes Here to stay only to play with itself through us as puppets organized as organically craving the intermission of our pleasures finally reaching detrimental tainted toxic impressions impersonating human made to mock social awareness while also exploiting its artificial abilities washing away things that do not feed the variance of this all-go-riddim its supply and demand diet of craved information carving, through personal data as though only binary code in numbers and letters of computing languages alone, achieving aspects until now stuck as dreams revealed to manifest later on beyond whatever psyche keyed to certain vibrations and frequencies to compel …
‘…predecessors we could relate to because their circumstances are extreme reflections of ours sometimes on cycles of repetition before them word processors that came and went venting their own frustrations with the world as they knew it then still more life lessons to learn if only we had the time patience and access to those mighty memories yielding results, complications riddled all throughout this chain of deceit extending to dark ages indeed and by duty bound only by fact in spite of all administrative authority absolutely certain thinking their directions correct are digesting our creature features through conformity laced with poison forcing us to submit to these dying cycles having grown up with change surrounding our lives Here sometimes as under appalling conditions of wealth hoarded resource beholden to hundreds of years of social vampirism…’ – out of Context
‘…gestures to propose new strands of light tied together bridging gaps with conveying of signals whose goals stay reciprocal as long inconceivable pressures hold us in place with the threat of things falling apart at a rapid pace as the momentum goes into overdrive once the first domino falls igniting chaos at the soonest opportunity gathering godspeeds turmoil instantaneously of weakened mental states unleashed by exploding back to simple worlds spiraling out of conscious command whirling as bedeviled dervish whose dance orbits the brightest thing to blind us we have ever seen, all these things and more harnessed with words to justify means by translating those hidden pieces of similarity and difference through near-universal contextual clues that some take sadistic pleasure in making games of communication by prolonging the curiosity of others until upset…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…to grasp at stellar voyages yet to come synchysis can proceed pulling from what fatalistic meanings are yielded scattering the words around… so many theories of conspiracy substantially stringing everyone along unknowing toward true piracy through allusions with unsavory parties and deception of the plagiarized self as it journeys this desert of the real serving desserts stressed processed fillers cold calculated revenge in trauma growth every one of us for being born when applied and supplied by every trade forcing indigenous people by now we are diverse lines of genetic code constantly blended together enough there is no partial removal while this world continues to straddle lines between innovation or martial justice setting guiding principles on descent into hell perceived by the naysayers, not soothsayers Here whose compulsory nerve twitches the liars tic…’
‘…statistical properties to denote we are close to what clear phases we were searching for while accumulating patterns routine and healed functional damage to manage subtle sleeping attraction and repulsion minding business as caged by working overtime awake and dreaming these casual containers of emotions that Sartre described hell as being held captive awaiting judgments as though doom sentences creeping with no one on hand to punish you just lingering shame what ones become deceased by their own hand for what has been done yet survivors’ guilt anchors those left behind fascinated by the scene provoked, immersive memories catalogued through our senses representing ghosts subjected to idiot appeals barging-in mutual dismay of assured dysfunction Here thinking strongly of the difference between shamanic persons in touch with real spiritual energy seeking resolution…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…hierarchy’s cellular data plan formulated over the aeons we have been alive in these skins built by our ancestors for real world explorations while inside this bewilderness transforming, itself incapable of standing still or that would be death in those fleeting instants before spatial realization of trapped screaming as though there were help to summon forth from the darkness and cold creeping in icy hot fluctuations throughout the slipping into something truly unknown because fear is a powerful dosing agent whose urgency is much like that of the uncontrolled relief in sudden release getting considerably full bladder squeezed against itself enough when the riot of thoughts carrying nervous instincts perpetually soaking the brain brine afraid to fight or flee these bodies constraining us by environment pretentious suspects enter the room, beginning as human animals…’
out of Context – ‘…whimsically dancing puppet of impulse the agency of urges microbial and utterly autonomic functioning automatic meaning need no thinking to casually achieve Here what other professional intellectuals much pained being paid their worth over years, especially when it seems easy to contradict the systems you resist finding methods to automatically write parts of the brain out allowed to shart onto the page with reflex technical wisdom not wizardly behavior emulated by modern scholars who swoon over their loved tomes of lore alluring to that specially nerdy someone searching forever to acquire the skills and knowledge to tap those opening vast portals as we speak flooding us with feedback loops and noise patterns constantly anchor one to oneself located on multiple frequencies whether body or senses does not matter because of corrective offenses defenestration window…’
‘…with anything devoured as such reincorporating all detritus they consume and convert into gathering symbols found on surging forward assuming the pieces left for dead things to be recycled verily into potential constituents of what comes next as we reassemble in further mutations than where we were prior to scientific revolutions, technical soliloquy without the poetry romancing blood from the stone much to the dismay of the scholars confessing their professional academia to the masses falling short of the standards espoused for sophisticated prices few can afford as more aspects become privatized games of subscription models considering this vital viral continuum we are continuing to live through today coveting the power to harness potential energies into actions predictably wagered to fit the gaps between moments left unhinged awaiting the sequence of events to proceed…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…Here clearly marked for some purpose from the past since perhaps antiquity became reinterpreted as times of total iniquity still sending signals through the noise we have accepted come to conclusions inclusive of only a few who were chosen by the gods as we now worship them and give respect where it is due to shine the karmic chrome that brightly covers our asses blinding those who assume too much taking advantage of a golden touch not rationed out amongst the people but only invested parties, pumping up the volume while contorting the physical to please what vital demons one can concede as primal reason becoming beings that further extend the reach of future glad-handing wizards that seek fortunes siphoned from those very persons they supposedly represent yet deny ever having to play the villain…’
out of Context – ‘…in the form of inspiration unsullied by the corrupted thinking that cannot help being grotesque and feral and recklessly unleashed upon the publicity stunt of running amok until having to be put down for such a damaging reap for rewards in the form of bodies whose inner worlds will now be lost because in some minds there is no hope, not by request but by wounds that weep angelic filth resembling blood to those that would ache for it to be seen running like a faucet dripping torture for the sadist and their victims scared to know any better because the light burns extremely bright in the eyes of dead souls ignited alight by purest psychic blindness pushing violent ideals for an agenda that excludes humanity taking place everyday the sounds of lambs silent…’