‘…the breathing method of blood hungry ghosts the humans become Here when all other options are lost or tossed away when choking to cope crossing lines like wires the whole world looks as though it might make anyone curious wonder who are these puppets connected by the strings of theory as much physically-encountered analog to these burgeoning ideas trying to force themselves to the surface to be accepted and universally validated among the appetites of the damned Here, the art of death may scream bloody murder to any who may lack the vision to really perceive but there is always more behind the superficial veneer imposing multiple ambivalent layers as a wall to prevent individuals from pressing questions any further than some agreed upon standard reinforced by a society that shifts constantly…’ – out of Context
‘…damage and debris flying every which way but correctly in senseless brutality of bro-magnon days, as glorious dark ages briefly glimpsed through an empirical modern spotlight that shines upon those who will not obey the tracts and treaties or the beatings from malicious sources soured on social functions long ago thanks to their sadistic egos left unchecked for far too long instead of worshiping a solid sense of responsibility to be inherited from unlikely ancestors utilizing ancient protocols to dismantle the misconstrued re-appropriation and corruption…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…into a new stellar form beyond these dimensional limitations, words are used as a synthesis between hearty gravel of a physical world with that of a conscious mind where ideas are shaped and fomented into artifact once creation has begun to weave together constituent parts and particles into a new whole yet to be exploited by the human cadavers who resemble doctors and scientists still biased enough to resist a collective progress forward for the minutes they last to command power from nature and the cosmos unknown… servile versions of humanity thanks to an abuse of scientific methods early on in this societal history practicing many different ideologies before trying to be corrected by unifying works of more remarkably compassionate effort made facts…’
‘…what can a creature such as this fortuitous narrator mutating through phases of phrasing without much consistency to bridge the gaps that convey this information to you from me what do you see when this voice chimes in with every word read, possibly a picture describing the indescribable of biblical proportions though no legend from which to guide yourself to these words maybe if you had met me we could know this for fact and not sabotage or camouflage the truth with misconception and mythic exaggeration laying a heavy hand on our heads as children and into our minds as adulterated products of a society the localized individual does not wholly speak for…’ – out of Context.
the torment makes us hard and difficult to see their infectious ways, but in the unity of shared ideas, we can escape the grip that those would think they have on us… we never gave up our souls for this…
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung