out of Context – ‘…while Here, triggered dread of desperation making animals of us all whether indulged by some edifices of power or expressly forbidden from seeking those lessons that are reinforced by others as they must suck so that the seed may pass onto the next testing ground used to indenture servants thus harvested like crops toiling their own soil into growing ideal beings from the ground up perhaps in a vision as compared to insects we fear as we truly know not to what intents this human collective consciousness extends surmising if a hive mind is appropriate as a model of reference, deeds within a haunted crude oil extruded from these beasts that walk the earth without words or worry to contain in amber or some other form of petrified crusty prehistory…’
out of Context – ‘…the concrete circus we are built up from to participate in a psycho pomp and circumstance series of issues, we can try to re-calibrate the pain inflicted to make something constructive as opposed to destructive forces at work, flimsy excuses to show us how flawed the whole tribe is when looking at humanity for some saving grace within what we create as more than solely a process that delivers us to our products made readily available to the customs of consuming for which we all partake… that which only pays lip service to fact motivates the environment to find truth while dealing with actual effects of the thing…’
out of Context -‘…lessons inscribed in times of dread and loss and nonsense, whether to minds awaiting for stellar travels outside of the flesh or impacting our bodies to the degree that humans will not be our only final form as we carry the genetic burden throughout our lives without falter as the organic dreams of assimilating the artificial and superficial coldly clinically and calculated no matter the cost of casualty this is what nature requires of us as merely animal computers striving to accomplish some kind of achievement, hoping that failure will not deconstruct the person into option paralysis as our choice of exits exist to either free or condemn us while continuing to hope that we do not die off so easily…’
‘…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.
boredom yet the kingdom tread by human paths conceptualized in minds open to terror trying to terraform a structured core where the one i am is a being just as boring as that of aching dominion craving a carved sort of curve out of learning, while caught in the excess of queues each formatted by the individual held captive by those options allowed to one of the many as only money can afford to excise the thoughts by universal whim retarded whose give-and-take tantrums yield not one solid step forward but wholly to be forewarned by others who in travel become worldly beasts but retain the state of the artistic animal nonetheless as a child of the mind lost in illusions found prior to this cranky conformity so profound to any who might utilize the gift of words revealing …
the insulted extinguish anguish exsanguinating of simplest harmonies quite differently it would seem to lead to friction subtle motions replace us by impeding and to some extent impressing we who move without a thought to whom gets a bit more damaged than the rest of us, trails of icy ghosts who inhabit the lives of mere children with eyes of an experienced adult raging against the cold change that occurs when all is feeling lost and vague an attack on the human condition as we all do it to each other in this odd course of give and the takes we return to keep others in subjecting people under a control as much as the bloodless mob mentality can without some form of product that creates repercussions of reflected behavior in the mirrors our faces represent to be sure that some …
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‘harsh consequences bringing about cause and effect as established fact to be learned or earned by made mistake assessed as lesson, and not the dead end of failure used to blockade people from their destinies deemed worthy by forces allowing us to be where we are so that we utilize our freedom of choice for more than merely selfish tricks pulled out of the hat shooting from the hip to fake it until a successfully remaking of ourselves into who we were envisioning as who we would be by Now through whims wonder and fantasy that affect the presence as the aura or think of it as the palpable emotional self as stays a frame or two out of sync with our version in the present of Now the only thing that is real…’
out of Context;
‘we may repeal former laws to turn our favor toward a corporate consumer interest certainly not uniform yet enough to cross along the gaps in our systems with a relative ease because of all these creatures shoving to push us out of the way to get real horror show too fast as shock troops crawling over as cannon fodder that falls superior firepower when called for more frequently as the words used to start up the wars with vocal intention detonation intoning directly as a missile searching out a decent target like kind of anyone who might read…’
out of Context;
‘in the social dynamics as then in which today known as lessons popular by the main masters in charge of ascertaining what common sense exactly is as though a kind of human magic subconsciously upheld as the right means of doing anything but implies that stupidity too be mute to continue collaborating as linear catalyst…’
out of Context;
‘uncertain urges that are unforgiving, and Here we are a bit deeper in the nightmare than when we were previously being conceived as merely trivial bytes of dreams and flesh floating alive in the atmospheric womb stewing in septic fears and guilt trips gone awry until that most highly anticipated birth of the child whose worth fills out wholes left empty by those cowards and craven villains matched to meet the maker’s edging with the branding marks on the chest used to signify these commodities slow to lose value… the fulcrum of power a full turnaround devoured as the tale of the ouroboros in its traveling surge leaving crumbs of glory in the wake of this world ocean manipulated by waves of these peculiar individuals…’