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 Robot gets hungry and cries out at the unforgiving work load that each one of us has to carry around until death or debt relieve this experiential burden committing itself to the living vessel bequeathed from birth as this single elemental authoritative weight, and never letting up pressure as everyone must allow the chains and anchors to force those loyal to the body into a stooping posture as a means to track us easier for the general managers abuse our static time and money and royalties used against us on proposed efficiency of more and better profits… on a trail more esoteric perhaps, we are bought and spent before before the work is even done as we squish closer together in proximity…’
out of Context;
‘there is only a temporary haven of the ‘out-of-sight’ kind of sanctuary as darkened forces pervade every molecule in the cosmic stream whether we like that or not, the loose ends are always being tied by someone somewhere in the hiding shadow falling as the sun moves further out our unwieldy orbit a MAD extension (Machination Attempting Democracy) in spite of the corporate fetish fashionable among the TV watchers watching us right now… the monitors hidden by the heads thrown back in sad laughter at the state of things today, and the inhumans trained to dis-involve their true humanity until the time card is punched out…’
out of Context;
‘the worth you diffuse like an unholy aura without need of light becomes too much for the mortal to bare when the demands far outweigh the fair use acting as a buffer, all stiff barriers fall over eventually worn down because of their standard of vertical angle all straight and narrowed like the mentality of those who are worthless once the points are blunted… the forces around us are irregular and conform to no specific erosive quality as they break the bonds of all kinds without qualifier, to assume a particular station of standardization is folly and dementia as that too cracks and falls apart under the strength of the changing motions of the mob that cannot see the good snakes for the bad ones as they drive the system to cleanse itself…’
out of Context;
‘the muse rendered through a sick infatuation, but yet the muse reappears again in disguise of mirth and a-muse-ment… the raptures of laughter in a simple place… let the sick who want to eat, chew, and let the the masques of the mighty fall by the wayside as the giants loose themselves upon this collapsing cage built through fears… the energy to suffuse the panic and public opinion of the people with a dedicated circuit that loops over and over until the switch is turned off by a licensed technician, or the use of a shamanic position to quell the fury of by gods unleashed through the manic, spastic memes viral like disease to assume there is meaning or proof…’
out of Context;
‘we grow and die, we capture the various pieces of information that our own unique filtration systems are able to perceive through the murky cluttered view of reality, and these bits and bytes are data that our random access memory can incorporate into the living understanding that we each are capable of becoming…’
out of Context;
‘chocolate and flowers to offer a sign of life that simply hides the truth….that no one knows anyone with total surety, but maybe i am wrong, it isn’t as though it hasn’t happened like that before…’
… or why we have to live with the people we don’t like Here.