out of Context;
‘i stand up to rant my heart out with words cultivated from the mental dirt we all dig into facing an audience without fear, it is a temporary catharsis against the backdropping sounds and dim atmosphere of the places we fit as the design or location may hint with its’ own symbols and grounds as foundation for the drama unfolding, but this is how we create art that seems as to pull right off the pages before these very eyes that decide to see it all scattered in the pattern-seeking brain informing…’
out of Context;
‘more than just purely the impulse of imagination, as it is the intricate and complex webbing of a layered acceptance of all those winding routes of knowledge and manifest experience to be intertwined as the “ultraquiot” accepts both life and death through the filter of reality… perceptual reality or “un-reality”, perhaps the word ‘Maya’ as interpreted into a whole culture called ‘Mayans’, but instead of prior ancient peoples we will refer to our ‘Mayans’ Here as the materialists enthralled by their materialism in play as masses obey to their sway… so let the great shit talking begin, i am a walking conscious disease as perhaps previous posts have stated or implied in all too many vague ways…’
out of Context;
‘even for as late as the game is now, i need to adapt or die in this newly informed social order that has accrued without me, but what use is it to give out this much clear information at once?… i was enjoying a slightly better mutual friendship with my longtime live-in lover, many times i have been the untrustworthy one between the two of us and for that i have piled regret up to the doorstep in the demand for restitution, or even the one without the same mapping of mutual benefit that would have naturally lead to a more profound relationship instead of being tired and unfulfilled…’
out of Context;
‘the culture we appear within is a casual standard by which we mark and measure our limitations and ability to move freely, contrasting the modernity of Now against previous ideas of what the future was to hold for its people when the right sacrifices were made, but we get trapped in sovereign themes of debt by following their rules of civility and not our own as time wanes between the violent mood swings of governmental and ethical classifications that batter us from one biased side to the next to reinforce the idea of futility embedded into the modern Mankind’s mindset by the now-televised subliminal control with demographic lines as the new statistical boundaries to measure general productivity and subservience to the degree that authority requires to keep us under watch like the human cattle we have become…’
out of Context;
‘all humanoid lifeforms Here recreating modern reality all the time… the dark side of the psyche takes its time with the need to commit to this scheming try in the game of replicating and synthesizing reality in order to create new worlds from the dead ones, science allows for this feat to take place on this side of the laboratory whether with or without assistance from the others that will take up where you are to leave off once you would escape this mortal coil as we are each a living world in the process of dying while Here in this vessel in the middle of all this cosmic traffic as something big is about to happen wherever we are…’
out of Context;
‘the aggressive human insect works and toils at the raw earth and dirt to create something out of the dense patterns of everything real there is now available to us, the dark only lingers fat and limpid with potential energy as it keeps ever building further into the stratospheres of space/ time conundrum made living thing Here where the combination of ingredients has made all the difference in the evolving mentality of the species, but are we tricked into place believing the lies that permeate this informative topsoil thick with the particulars of the individual experience waiting to be somehow acknowledged…’
out of Context;
‘early concepts of adaptation as well as introduction to the collective idea of imagination so prolific in that inert consciousness below the psyche which encompasses the metaphysical unknowns of death and rebirth as our spirits remake this universe constantly with visions from the intriguingly infinite number of whole other plateaus and milieus where things are always differing to some degree out of phase with the rest of reality as we know it, but Here we have a “lord” disguised as imagery in the form of Uncle Sam whose presence has been deceptively simple to relate to others…’
out of Context;
‘we subject the rest of the populace to the momentous climate transformations that may just condemn our species to rust and death by the end… showing us the “human” face to further the building of some insidious trust that possesses no genuine emotion connecting to each other while behind our backs they play the same ‘kill-or-be-killed’ survival game this protean species has already grown beyond, held back by illogical and impermanent ideas that are more than a couple decades old of infinite growth for finite creatures, and it is this primitive hive mind of the animal humanity that keeps trying to reestablish itself in order to infect control among the entirety of the world population as organic robots moving ants inside of the most organized colony possible…’
out of Context;
‘taking twisted joy from implanting ideas into the minds of the enfeebled, the freedom to swing a mood around, and dictate what another person does is totally unbelievable but true to a certain extent… the entertainment masters vie for control, and make deals and layers of complex intrigue, with the ones whom feel the most inclined to lead their people astray for any profitable means of selfish employ possible…’
out of Context;
‘to usurp the powers-that-be in order to take the place of the ruling class, but the unconscious pulse of our ancestors breeds deeply through us as we ourselves digest and devour… the mass hysteria eats our brains as we are left trying to make sense of the trends, and the context drys the soft wet tissue that thought requires of us, the materialism of synaptic response allowing us to follow the cravings for cramped trips to another yeast and treats that will retard and sedate our sense of self… harvesting the right time to ride the waves of change…’