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…geopolitically Precocious esoteric mutilations…

out ov Context – ‘…by default and twitching effigies defunct cast in fatigue unable or unwilling to escape the disease, something elemental that doesn’t easily just shake off scales of justice inconsistently shedding themselves for cases uncountable in judicial adjustments enthralled critical thinking containing very little to push overall lost in voodoo loser economics inevitable trickle down of reciprocity as atrocity blowing us kisses from puckers of richness affluent and detached from the immediacy of reality farting in our general direction greed succeeds where compassion does not facilitating vicious psychopaths to achieve their sinister schemes until they get caught unable to deny this darkness on pretense pretending they will do or be better next time boldly lying without any remorse, code for scraps of feces materializing in the mouths of our species…’




…pugnacious Yeejus insultingly extreme…

‘…hippie ideals of scientific psychedelic search and rescue compromised and commodified as much codified into our culture mosquitos in amber negative thoughts that cast us all as villains to be cleansed of our sins, struck down by the weight of implied moral substance from the poisonous lips of proprietary blends commenced around daily habits what cannot be unseen even if what remains is fabricated to calibrate differently than what was before its arrival Here aliens taking shape as infants in terrible forms explicit demonological logistics never truly understanding where the next bestial imperialist will be born until it happens again stranger than fiction ye unjustified legacies kill imperiling all those coming forward ever after from this collective myth dreaming into reality at some point ominously close to futures framed time fading away…’ – out ov Context




…peace smells, reeling under Wheels, megadebt…

out ov Context – ‘…fighting against this series becomes necessary zen sounds of one hand clapping holding back domination in its imperious forms best left dark ages historic lessons for us to learn better from fame is but fruit tree fragments asking macaques not do it, monkey wrench the impossible through it swimming on shit creek upriver cheekily without the paddling one is required to be disciplined Here streaking across fields spectators shame themselves reprobate for seeing parts unknown though visible inadequacies of the self we can all relate to after the fact disavowed of when the dust settles and the dryness sets in always swarmed by demonic entities eccentric at best kinetic outpouring of emotions becomes those next movements undertaking the tasks required vast diabolic networks to spread the quickening of intent as virally as possible shifting moods…’




…Ungod and the body of broken thoughts…

‘…under the auspice of ignorance anxiety society reigns supreme provoking the invocational skills to succeed amongst sociopaths held in regard as commonality of billionaire class walking the heathen earth destruction sublimating the grindstone… nosy persons percolating up to the surface looking for solace in expiring virtues highlighting the vices most obvious apparently fueling dueling aspects of humanity all throughout its history constantly stirred up into an alchemy of elements drawing disdain from those whom cannot see the shape of things to come Here taking so many parts of awareness for granted without hesitation or second thought wondering as to what is happening concurrently with every other piece of the puzzles in motion respectively somewhere the balance is maintained as though potential prophecy yet fulfilled by what needs to occur…’ – out ov Context




…incoherent suspects within Vexual innocence…

out ov Context – ‘…their own trajectories projected through the cosmos questioning everything because there are tendencies to seismically shift from stability to psychosis trying to siphon without much sinister repercussion some decent future from this planet or that could summon what good and awful gods forbid to incarnate Here upon heathen earth once again katabasis cataract fashioning toward qualities of rampant condemnation fired in up and off god bullets as harm capsules, taken not shaken or stirred for granted suffering circuitry of tormented citizens evacuating hope for certainty even as we are told otherwise is the truest foundation to harmonious humanity though slowly compressed and compacted until concentrated it is become lucid like dreaming into being livid fluid amniotic consciousness whose final destination remains unknown when shamanic panic strikes…’




…technical semantics of secular ‘neck Romantics…

‘…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




…dense conditional Kalopsia resides within us…

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…’




…sublimate fates into the Shab’tastasy…

‘…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




…veddy teddible in C’est la vie…

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…’




…a mutiny of Scrutiny…

…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 …