out of Context;
‘choking on the seeds of the eras left behind by those cruel and unusual pushed around for the sake of keeping the winning argument forced upon the majority… a synthesis of all these factors and more is what we call ‘soul’, sleeping like a ghost as it trots through progress upon a high horse like a trojan decoy made to look and feel like the way it is supposed to be subtly shaping our thoughts in ways inconceivable to those not there to witness…’
out of Context;
‘reckless after money and power in the face of oppression just to be looking right because no one wants to be caught dead and wrong in the same breath while breathing asleep from the heavy things that drop onto our heads everyday like masochist balloons weighing down the end before it ends like a curtain falling over our outlook on a reality that doesn’t believe in opportunity or happiness without suffering… A trick of the dicks who think they run this place to get anywhere you need to be tamed by shit as beginnings come so quickly before the sweet individuation truly occurs to the newly human guinea pig in training on this animal farm experiment where you are the dead to remain exactly where you are, make no move…’
out of Context;
‘i write to soothe the ragged tectonic plates of my mind while the reality quaking potential moves on from where it last left droppings of something wild to say as mutants on the edge of description… we are those mutants of previous generations always on the quest for that something which suits us best as opposed to what we are forced to accept as the best of all possible outcomes, impressed upon us the ideas that we are uncertain until in that mighty career is found the way to contribute to society as a hole that keeps vacuuming up the debris as well as the great notions that change how everything works Here, but it is only up to us as we are ever-developing into a different creature altogether in this strange cosmic incubator…’
out of Context;
‘working the human electric devil like a puppet to fuel the dishonor in detailed displays and reenactments on the grand scale a cruel theater would require to happen correctly, or at all for that matter as things do not manifest cheaply even as cultures of quick disposal have aspired to for centuries on end as their history might have us to believe in cryptic classroom settings of betrayed logic and lore declassified for the general public to absorb and ignore…’
out of Context;
‘that shattering awareness as one grand undoing of reality, but i distrust its perspective to inform me as honestly because this is a very dispensationalist way of viewing things that do not have such absolute certainty as what amount to the entrails of a single life not wasted no matter how much the odd consciousness might lean and talk sick, the actual reality we think we see remains elusive to the analytic sense of sight that gets too often taken for granted to be replaced once the seeing facet has dispelled itself as the creature has reached a point at which that space is filled in by all the other senses available in order to sustain the individual life… a true organic prosthesis that moves independent of its masters…’
out of Context;
‘this tidal debris left remaining Here and much more of that corpse-like feeling and pale lodged in a random state lost in thought angry somewhere, lurching out of the nowhere from beyond the coffin lid exploded into wide-mouthed strike as the leech drives towards a pulse inside the throat as the hungry monster or ghost might attack in a fake world where we do not try to actively understand each other without some incentive to the expenditure of energy, and the system takes the place of that desiccated form leaching the love and faith away into a processing to transform the impulses into filth and lust and depravity openly corrosive to once precious ideas of natural wisdom… a telepathic social neurotic toxin fed to us throughout our lives Now…’
out of Context;
‘inside our heads we are thinking that it can only be possible to find true love with either one’s self or by default in mutual blindness with another groping along the walls to find emotions unheard of before Now never acknowledging compassion or courtesy behind the eyes… the toxic smell of belief gone horribly wrong even though we might seem quite used to the wafting haze in a dreamy revelry sort of work and activity, the digital selves yelling out ‘yee-haw!’ as the genetic sequence spins them out of time in a spent uranium doctor Strangelove kind of ride into the next bold age to sunder and scorch the inescapable lie those traits of fate in some holographic fractal symbol for life to which we may ascribe as features of the ‘demi-urge’…’
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…’
of power being manifested in money
a quantified tool for the wealthy
how do you make others do as you wish?
shine the currency of your favorite
country or society in dire straits
if you are one of those observed to have
more than others and flash it around
gratuitously only to be robbed
by a system that makes money
out of Context;
‘we have overwhelmed ourselves and the spaces which we inhabit as though to take it for granted is only natural to do, but it is not nature that does this as Mankind hordes and violates the instincts of the Other to gain only commodity aspiring to heights of wealth in place of either information or insight… and it seems no one “gets” it because much like a disease, no one wants to get it but the handful willing to experience something different in the terminal illness we might reason that is this life, and as we refuse to learn what we do not understand…’