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the conquerer Whim

out of Context;
‘yield a lucky couple of feet along ahead of the rest of the pack opening out with the wolves roaring and snarling into the cold err of way less compassionate creatures such as us berserk and twisting inside these crypts as coded mediators punching keys whose locks will not turn, within the tumbling churn as remedy follows syndrome whose ease is a communication ill in diseasing the herds as in almost everything has the urgent tendency to take over or to put it another way to dominate in a sense that the paradigm of opportunism pressuring us to be dolls and puppets being set up and manipulated like toys to be tossed aside or back into a silent darkness…’




a Year of Weekends

out of Context;
‘on demand under a natural management, but we exploit and expand using the edges to mimic and mock this mystical production on command to be controlled existence called ‘Mankind’ as the new religious icon as holy and dazed as much deified and razed up as savior to humanity’s ways curious and cruel at this same time… no shaving emptiness off of these lies as they dance across the eyes and ears to settle the arguments and their people in the seats of power they have become used to as ineffectual demons sunk into the hellish oblivion we are made to live through…’




Wandering Allowed, Wondering Aloud

out of Context;
‘inside such a succulently-caged organism… this shameless age of endarkenment that is making little sense as example because a logic in retrospect hasn’t occurred to affect positively the trend to switch these frames and phrases in order to meet any demand needed to break the cycles upon cycles of which deliberate obscurity a subtle sheet of proliferating ignorance moving slowly clouds in the mind’s sky stormy, in that fluctuating organ allowing for sight into imagination as the positions where a mortal life remains tethered to the Here and Now though this “mind” as we yet know it doesn’t need to stay completely immersed in an organic reality…’




New World Hoarder

out of Context;
‘a puzzling display of the thoughts taking shape as time wiles away the moments digested and catalogued as the pages in a book somewhere gathering dust or burned perhaps, and how far this is from a place we usually idealize literature like a literal intellectual architecture assembled from ages past present and future sighted and cited as the supreme sources forming a fundamental beginning to any study or endeavor as possible adventure… a censure of even a handful of these facts or ideas is enough to waylay the journey from happening to those persons that most require it as revitalizing force to be reckoned with moving a chrysalis state forward into breaking through to the other side of life seeing the pain and agony as stepping stones along the open trail…’




we are the Eloi

out of Context;
‘cutting static reality like lips waking from a knife scraping into the skin, of a softer substance still and precious while under the watchful eye of a parent or caretaker even if under illusion of human can be projected like a mask in the eyes and minds of those untrusted, and unknown people who filter throughout life’s endless doorways both demanding and describing circumstance as macabre sway to which we all dance and obey like truth played against us like odds stacked high to crucify those not aware of the method by which a subjective daily madness wins…’




in the ContinuWomb

out of Context;
‘we can mutate and shift the paradigm in the scope of personal challenges as they precede and succeed where we might have failed before Now… the seeds of love are constantly spread but in some of those same totalitarian doses as ignorance passed down from generation to generation among this captive a civilization moving through dreams, devouring nightmares that evoke obstacles in waking life, and to fall back to sleep invigorated by a sense of self that permeates the human cosmic whole in belabored attempting to right the wrongs while committing many further harms yet still to society as a whole…’




adipocere

out of Context;
‘through open space in waves of motion as a conscious continuous light… flying on through dimensions without a form constraining this complicated atmosphere into a dense complicity and collaboration among all the forces at work Here as the secret understanding filters in subtly throughout this system, all as particles that contribute to being the unique cohesive entity requiring some owned sense of value inherent to an individual donation of a piece of the whole story in one person’s embodiment…’




Double-Edged S-Words

out of Context;
‘subverting anything humane into the opportunistic vanity happily paralyzing integrity to homogenize a feeling for this tragedy as interactive struggle, and the battle is never over for those lost and longing for the substance of armed combat becoming darker juvenile fits if sustained any longer than necessary after the real fight has finalized a heroic decisiveness… declaring winners and losers left for all to define in a propaganda effort to banish or shun the other side of the argument from opening at the mouth with a rambling tainted dialogue of sins, revealing through transparency the roots of a conflicted sense making us the common barbarians of legend…’




Wage Rage

out of Context;
‘beyond the cusp as a youth hostage facing toward terrible truths, we always yearn to know more whether through feelings of guilt or curiosity makes no difference as the innocent inner child stays intact questioning all throughout what most of the growing pains are all about in becoming the idealized version of ourselves at the adult stages, but not all the spotlights will shine upon these actions living on a fringe peripherally as the egocentric mind hovers above these trivial statements of fact that no one wants to hear straight ahead but in a rigged entertaining method to sway public opinion distracted… inspired by the subconscious fray we all find ourselves within…’




WhigwHam

out of Context;
‘all our reasons to stay sane and prim and proper to our disdain plainer than the grimace used to replace a genuine smile the mask of the opportunist to get in close as can be to whisper in ears foreshadowing thoughts of infamy… no politically corrected version of the truth can be abused so perversely by the loose mad fiends whose choice is made discouraging the youth from seeing a future any better…’