‘…Here interminably linked to everything else bridging gaps and chasms as long as there are appropriate resources from which to draw upon for visceral diversion such as repurposing lake water to satisfy necessities of cities and homes miles away so do words motivate, technically serving the selfish ostensible and obstinate as charlatans making predatory movements as if their apparent ugly character isn’t moved advancing toward victims of messianic attraction which calls for a response following the volumes of pages now memorizing to keep the devil at bay as though voice of god reiterating verses from within such terribly haunted places Here born excessively taught that we receive demonic forces because we’re so filthy from birth while some people are leading lives of efficient sadism hurting the only ones they truly love themselves…’ – out of Context
‘…trying to find poisonous things that won’t kill us but making us stronger is just as perilous an endeavor to proceed with though some scientists that talk as if this were not the case realizing caustic impediment to obtain coherent knowledge having to strain ideas through perceptive filters retained mentally in order to decipher comprehension of what one has created wielding intense magics of science recklessly to achieve finite effects then to reproduce results time and again under a very particular set of circumstances Here to glean the same proofs in advancement to further understanding, all the gimmicks moving within this hostile environment or shifting series of varied atmospheres a few of which capable of sustaining life have been allowing us to customize our terror for generations ad nauseam however we can…’ – out of Context
‘…progress though self-referential fractal nonetheless sarcastically holding the chain of command in place Here pushing through randomized patterns of vocal fry shattering a trance-like frame of mind always referring toward whatever others as examples, tracked through the fog and haze of a dazed lazy brain taut and attentive yet aware of the feckless attempts at sanctifying the oblivion with an idealized personal version of purity creating clarity while wandering oblivious and naive into the darkness stalling to notice those flies on the walls gathering as the shit in gradual periods accumulates ominously advancing upward from wall to ceiling as suffocating climb to topple onto others as they search for treasured affects of the will as mana from heaven zestfully-horded by zealots raging against their mechanism for gods called gods straying and betraying from belief…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…clouded minds and overbearing judgment as precedes calamity on a plane of realizations not everyone has the capacity to endure as significantly or extensively as the more human than human myths cherished and proliferating the various levels of societal engagement Here rituals regardless of individual because that there will always be another to take their place one of the many faces smearing feces over everything as though it doesn’t stink but instead somehow makes things better and we sold out to believe the lies told, without exception or acceptance in this carnal arrhythmia as it pulsates alive in the midst of it feeding upon our futures without question because this is the way it has been chosen for us to receive instead of choosing for ourselves what to do next with these feelings of dread…’
‘…rough breathing suggests a challenge defeated by those forced to give up one at a time as that drowning choking entity in seize of suffering not knowing what to do next by having to face my fears in the ways musical harmonious with how one doing might perceive those credentials to become truly human instead of some contradictory asshole whose only delight seems to be what keeps disappointing others as though a pushing motion of the mind’s eye by threatening turmoil in seeking answers of darkness that may lay too far outside the range of shining, out from of our personal lighthouse whose illumination guides these vessels back to wherever home happens to be for beings of light no matter how muted by the filth of humanity snuffing out or we kill the flame…’ – out of Context
‘…society summoning more cannon fodder from anonymous fathers and mothers denying the role biology thrust upon them that participates or feel the full pressure of relatives and family members to join in the continuous saga that compels us to forego our ego for something we may not perceive as better or bettering the world at large Here at times trapped within our own headspace whose conflicts are never easy, pulled out of the grey matter to try speaking though nothing slips out except for those mental whispers trafficking thoughts nervously vying to attach a strand onto the breath of paralyzed ancestor spirits forced to continue as long as we exist Here separating dream from memory as it precariously strikes us least expecting of what the something becomes with or without our captivated unconventional intervention…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…moods change and sways the textures we perceive or signals received as transceivers for the senses training us to be constantly adaptive and aware of textures so subtle and nuanced as to be nonexistent in some human perceptions of what really is there to begin with as much any glimpse of stability or static absolutes, we convince ourselves and others that we are just fine even though that drastically reduces our personal pains to minor detail left damaged by the mistaken calm of thinking we know what comes next without first ready to read deeper into the subtext of the savage elements within us projected outward used as emotional weaponry against those who might try to harm us body and soul as much any kind of psychological warfare unfairly utilized to manipulate those perceived enemies…’
‘…the naive to the willfully ignorant denizens grouped to gather Here in what seems like random intervals of collusion and collision creating series of juxtaposed and compromising situations while under constraint of cannibal duress facing chafed opposition wrought Here by mere shadows hinting at some sinister appearance teased around every corner through mighty internal exposition utilized to explain, whatever there will be has been already as energy constantly cycles in a connected collection of parts speculative in their mixture as the variations ebb and flow upon threads bared by the cosmic winds winding down occasionally while other things such as fluids have their own dynamics to be aware of in subtle patterns as pheromones and signals the human body emits naturally though unnaturally omitted…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…the cycle deviates from utter kindness and forgiveness as threshold between those that see themselves in others and others choosing only to see themselves through that mirror quantifying the conscious human standing before it, attempting to seize whatever humanity is left residing in the living shell seen across from us slowly coming to understand personally-owed proper encapsulations for what it ever means to be this human thing never quite an animal all the way but neither a fully-accepted part of the whole featured Here as one of the players when failure becomes the new name of the game looked to for distraction amidst a clash of subtle and counterpoint layers to overstimulate cognizant dissonance from the peanut gallery…’
out of Context – ‘…to crack the skies fighting against all variables in some way shape or fashion that embeds itself in the meaning we maintain Here, when there being sound of obtuse warning drifts to settle between the ears even though there is little to nothing to show as evidence of this inherent variation implied as a gathering of sorts that one cannot house all inside of a singular mind that has difficulty contemplating the all and everything that keeps us locked in awe until we are shocked loose by the attitudes of those around us either giving their support to receive support or further deciding to be critical and dismissive shutting down hope of something else for more of the same…’