‘…others together sharing in the same patterns rather than hold them inside overtly cautious enough to forego obsequies scary and obsequious risks unseen by those not part of some local structure familial density primeval evidence as rivals of destiny old obscenery at our core collective Here assimilated as we are meeting the slow disintegration within us perpetual fixation when everything seems inevitable eventually from this distance submitting to pragmatic social mechanics between sense and reference as psychosomatic metaprogramming in some instances Here cauterized by capitalistic coercion becoming burnt offerings, cesspool seneschals wading through the filth and dread accumulated dredge and social sewage left from past despots reigns of terror where idiots like us are required to prove their worth through the ritual disfigurement called life…’ – out ov Context
out ov Context – ‘…seeking their fortunes much as we felled from imperceptible aliens to these humanoid forms grasping at straw men faulty arguments towering opinions of toxic phallic symbol inasmuch whose machismo fades quickly space-time continuum funereal blues when intrusive at worst, resistance is fuel for the starving systems in place the entropy of random variables Here information theory attempting encapsulation of terms and services conditional mood wandering scarred by the questions without solutions the average level of uncertainty machines of loving grace upon battlefields already domesticated now manipulated for their topical resources typical conflicts that enslave us undermines shared spaces where we sit typing away necessary data entry withering in front of screens fraught restless and struggling against distractions nervously harshing our mellow…’
‘…lives in Here taking everything for granted while saying we take nothing of the benefits doubt caging contentment with various parameters society reinforces attention to detail scaling things larger and higher until the inevitable fall altered aspects in abject dropping into collapse because there is nowhere else to go without eyes hindsight in the backs of our heads may be able to correct petty mistakes if we acknowledge their presence an ability as often gifted us to learn from our old value, judgments lead the way forward inherent stupidity also known as the ‘was-dumb’ though in the weak vowel merger our mumble sleeves make when fabricated consent contains human sublimation subjected to generations of subjugation constrained into containers of flesh and blood Here left alone to fuck around and find out for ourselves…’ – out ov Context
out ov Context – ‘…leaping out of the baggage obsessed over semantic civilizations more than romantic ticking time bomb tableau of truth trees growing from logical ashes and rust dressed in dangerous fetters and fetishes dancing around the fires left burning once inspiration was finally ignited further rendering the fat of the land nullified by will of men Here dealing with emotional logic can be far more difficult complex and nuanced than systems of certainty whose spirit remains broken by debt requiring community and humanity rather than those maxims of conquerors having long left this heathen earth to ones with herd mentality, product commodification found fascinating enough to dismiss any interpersonal programming one has undertaken to be better than previous incarnations lacerated by years of tumult as much success that each carve out their pound of flesh…’
…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 …
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…’
Hello… what easier frame or phrase than thank you which requires two syllables instead of one, of course having a transitional punch that distinct that quick does shake up some idling ideas apart from whose passive potential energies acts like glue upon the cosmos left behind you sealing it in a caption called ‘past’ as referenced anchor point met by the individual you as waiting to collect up that box with an uncanny seeming of random things to a naked selfless soul whose “i” wanders about with no absolute definition of structure or home without building upon personal concepts of its Here and Now as presence has dictated, but don’t go so hastily before eye pronounce these symbols as words in motion to access a non-exclusive state as stellar freedom the illusion makes us out not to be because …
The parallels are everywhere Here… Sleep equals death equals ether equals time/space equals birth?
What exists after we awake?… Birth into sleep and back around again.
You might think it is safe to be hard like a rock, but your ego betrays a lack of confidence in the self-esteem that is required to move about so freely. You can look into another face, and sense the animal alertness embedded in this flesh. You can read the signs of progress like a scout with a compass, but your initial thrust forward is hampered by an existence fettered by the material needs that substitute necessity. You can see yourself giving, but all you can do is take it as the world dishes it out to meet its tempers of equal pressure. The urge becomes too much for the being to endure, and as the light fades from the eyes, an embittered perspective takes the place of a mind open to any frequency that reaches the senses there. …
my fate is locked in tightly with yours, but the avenues for release from the present state are terribly limited. the understanding defies the reason, and the reasons defy the proper logic out of the chaos. ordered thoughts might seem the perilous undertaking. ‘Nixon Void’ beckons from the dark dead subconscious of archetypes unborn. a string of letters and symbols that conceptualize into empty anti-growth. a nihilist is breathed into life, and yet, wants that breath taken back to wherever it came from. spite and despair bring this “thing” to us, and we all have to face our demons down the barrel of a gun, an image that denotes our futile narrowed vision. we are lead around by the bells, ringing to create unendurable confusion, and we meet the intense things that be. overtaken by the bullets of implied …
